Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed my trust fades I cannot see the sun first light never to be seen again as I come to terms with another death of a close past the final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull the highest clouds on the edge of space converge, I'll do this on my own why should I be grateful? for a broken love, and a broken respect when it tears me down, I'll get back up, and I'll stand my ground my trust fades, I cannot see the sun first light never to be seen again why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect? the final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more a shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?