Alone in this room I don't see the path ahead. Just the wreckage of the places I've been. Nothing behind me but, my sins I left a history of sin. As these nights get cold as ice All I have is this pain I'm in And the memories in my head All the blessing that I traded Have just left me here alone I was willing to give everything Just a boy and his heart of stone. Heart of Stone Alone in this room, the air thick with ghosts, no road ahead, just the wreckage behind, scattered sins in the dust. I carved a history in shadows, wrote my name in regret. Now the nights are cold as ice, and pain is all I have left. The blessings I traded— gone, like whispers in the wind. I gave everything, poured myself empty, just a boy and his heart of stone
