Lyrics Pinnacle In Timelines - Gloves Off

Pinnacle In Timelines

There comes a moment, that defines everything
Still framed images, mental photographs
Frozen in time, almost ending
Breaking down perfect structures
Now I can’t, picture your face
This shattered life, trace memories
This isn’t happening
I can’t be, this can’t be
This isn’t happening
He can’t be, this can’t be
Now that you’re gone everything is rearranged
The days go on and on, but nothing feels the same
No tars to cry, no chance to even say goodby
I live a lie, convinced myself you’re too far gone to try
I’m not prepared for this