| The moonlit path is empty
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| It fills me nothing
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| Cloudy memories of what the perfect life is
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| Losing sight of what is real
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| Overgrown fields leaving me feeling lost
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| Within my abode is memories
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| Of nothing
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| One love keeps me going and always will
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| Wilting roses hanging on to the sun’s shadows
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| Surrounded by stranger with no love left
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| True hate is is becoming normal
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| True love maybe the only thing I have left
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| Coming of age is merely a milestone of what I haven’t achieved
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| Days feel like weeks gone by
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| Feels like I’m living a lie
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| November has never felt so cold
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| Walking her to the train station
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| I’ve never felt so alone (so alone)
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| I don’t know if I can do this anymore
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| When will I see you again?
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| Life isn’t worth living without you by my side
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| Losing sight of all true reality
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| Everything is becoming a formality
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| I’m scared that no one ever cared
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| I’m scared that no one ever cared
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| The rain has settled, only leaving pain
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| It’s still cold outside
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| Now gasping for my final breath
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| Has my life come down to this?
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| There’s no love lost
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| Has my life come down to this?
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| There’s no love lost |