Sleeping beauty   Thing of the past   Dreams like this weren't made to last   Open my eyes to find a hand is shaking me      Horror story   Thing of the past   Nightmares were not made to last   Closing my eyes to find a true awakening      Brief candle; burn away   I will die another day   Goblins in my passageway   Cannot keep this life at bay      War story   Thing of the past   Soldiers were not made to last   Ears full of gunfire and eyes full of blood   A casualty      Love story   Thing of the past   Innocence was not made to last   All that remains of him is a child inside of me      Brief candle; burn away   I will die another day   Goblins in my passageway   Cannot keep this life at bay