Crust heart turned cold, damage done and nothing left.   Bruises torn and now she's gone, why our respect run so dry?   Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives.      Cadence! Erase the pain!   Blood spilled over the dancefloor.   It not supposed what it meant.   Be careful what you wish for.   For I'm not intended.   Do we arise to fall? We're not here to fall.   Those plastic friends often break your heart.