Towering Ambitions - Noir

You pulled it out of me. The knife you planted in my back. You said it was for real. Shocked feeling ill, What kind of game is this to you, Just let me know. Come clear out my world and sort it out.
You know there's many dark thoughts in my head. I can't get rid of them. And still you brought me right back from the dead, I can't get rid of them.
Looking cold you're, Just smiling with your lips and, I've no idea how this will end. I fought the tears but I did it crying Help me out now! Come clear out my world just sort it out.
Feeling secure, It's worth more than you know Regain control I got no grip at all, no grip at all.
You know there's many dark thoughts in my head. I can't get rid of them. And still you brought me right back from the dead, I can't get rid of them. Losing trust and faith in you. Just can't get rid of them.