Вершы: Crest (the). Vain City Chronicles. My War.

Someone staring, I aim for the sniper behind the wall.
Mean no harm, but I'm trained to unarm what may strike us all.
Doesn't matter anymore, 'cos all that was left has escaped through my open door.
It doesn't matter anymore, and it's all 'cos of you.
So I whisper; I would do anything to find someone like you.
Do you think you relate, do you think you're like me somehow?
Let me tell you; who challange the waters, is sure to drown.
Doesn't matter anymore, 'cos all that was left has escaped through my open door.