A desolate old man – lost on the road of life – the darkness pulling at his feet – Mr. Brightside

The night strips away his defenses – leaving the fortress of his heart – knocked down to rubble – he can’t find his way – he is lost in the black

Everything he loves – long gone – left behind as he walked – never forgotten – they leave their mark on his soul

Soon the end is near – the road comes to a halt – as the path meets the sky – the desolate old man – leaves the road of life – Goodbye Mr. Brightside