At the gates of sorrow we walk. At the end of something unknown. I hold our deepest secrets in my chest and your eyes say that I do it alone.
At the gates of sadness. Falling in our darkest memories. We are standing alone. And after all this it will always be the same song, just different artist. Same song, different artist.
When will everything go wrong? Where is that beautiful lie we adore? Restless souls and fearless days. All that is left after our endless war.
Isn’t this pattern familiar? Am I the only one who is always guilty? Could it be possible that sometimes the answer is in the mirror? Want to be the center of the universe? So do I.