The Return Of What Never Left?

Cry for me, it's all I ask
Die for me, I know I died for you.
This time we tried to hard and end up lost
Ten times the suffering for me
And ten times the hate for the one
X's mark the calender in blood
last time I saw her I left ten.
Ten day's alone,
Ten day's in the dark.
Ten open wound's left on my arms.
So I'll count the day's
And count the scars as I count the stars.
I feel alone in this metropolis.
Left alone a broken man,
or the shell a broken man.
I just want to believe it's a dream.
I just want to believe that I can wake up again.
But will I?
This one last time.
I'll pinch myself to see this world of make believe.