| There’s nothing left now that doesn’t come from suffering
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| Victims of time, we’re defined by our history
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| Forever lost, and now
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| I don’t know who the fuck I have become
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| Where has my life gone?
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| I’m holding on to a life I’ll never get back
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| It’s too hard to let go
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| I’m on the right train but the wrong tracks
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| Trying not to derail
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| Nothing is like it was before
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| I know not who I am anymore
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| Chasing something that’s behind me
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| When will I be set free?
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| So what is left of this life that’s in front of me?
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| Is there a future when you only see in memories?
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| When every loss, every beauty
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| Just reminds you of the past
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| How can you just let go?
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| I’m holding on to a life I’ll never get back
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| It’s too hard to let go
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| I’m on the right train but the wrong tracks
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| Trying not to derail
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| Nothing is like it was before
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| I know not who I am anymore
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| Chasing something that’s behind me
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| When will I be set free?
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| Broken promises left to mend
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| Burning the candle at both ends
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| No light to find my way back home
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| But I don’t know where «home» is anymore
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| The sinking ship has washed ashore
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| This misery has got to end
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| What’s done is done
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| The past is a strange place
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| Look at me now, a fool with everything
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| But yet he’s still so hollow
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| Look at us now, no lights
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| Just struggling to find our way back home
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| I’m holding on to a life I’ll never get back
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| It’s too hard to let go
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| I’m on right train but the wrong tracks
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| Trying not to derail
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| Nothing is like it was before
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| I know not who I am anymore
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| Chasing something that’s behind me
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| When will I be set free?
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| Broken promises left to mend
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| Burning the candle at both ends
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| No light to find my way back home
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| But I don’t know where «home» is
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| And without you, I’m hopeless |