Scarlet Letter

As the clouds drift in the sky 
The black rose begins to bloom 
Hypocrisy grows louder 
Of shuttering cries of what was you 
This isn't the outside 
Choked to declare what is yours 
Cut my throat 
Is this what will freeze the fire 

My weakest style is my greatest defeat 
I am not what they heard of 
Bring in the pain as the punch begins to hit 
From the habits of self-love 

Alone, life dims to its darkest path 
Alone, neither you or me can grab a hold 
Alone, I'm not yours, you're not mine 
Alone