Was this always meant to fall apart or stand the testing of time? How much were we meant to bend before the break and die? Days would pass on like a dream and months would follow suit Years that rot and fade away, so worn like the passing of youth.
We are the lost, we are the lone These wastelands we call home The endless night to endless days The silent cry a heart betrays
Many will take up the fight, the strong and the weak alike For some the journey kills the will and other don’t last the night This pain we self-inflict, for what would be the greater good Is my vanity all this serves and end, perhaps it should
Vanity’s all this serves for me Bend and break but never broken clean For this love is it worth it to suffer For what is it worth in the end?
For love there is always suffering And not my place to say when it all ends I never imagine the tools this would take on me Has it made me stronger or brought me closer to the edge
Take it day by day, live it up for now or throw it all away Don’t look back or see what’s left in the wake All this seems like passing dreams The brightest day the silent scream that never fade at the break of day