Hopeless Truth کے بول

You kept your roses better than you kept your promises Those three words spoken can never be the same and as the winter drew near, the fervor faded with our past Now the reasons are lost within indifferent eyes And what vanity taints must be our parting gifts Disease is forever yet diamonds fade with the past Three words drifting with the calling of the rain And as the winter drew the fervor faded at last Now the reasons are lost within indifferent eyes And what vanity taints must be our parting gifts for now, for forever... We are the hopeless truth With hatred absolute We are the hopeless truth