It's time for me to tell you how things turned out this way or am I just pretending is there nothing I can say? Maybe we deserved this it's all we seem to know, caught up in a consequence not knowing where to go.
Will you still be by my side when the sun burns an endless cycle of return.
It's hard for me to tell you how things turned out this way or am I just pretending? What else could I say? Maybe we deserved this, it's all we seem to know. Caught up in a consequence not knowing where to go.
Will you still be by my side when the sun burns from the sky? Or if this fragile world should fall will it still be all my fault?
Some more suffering and pain the life we lose, we start again, nothing changes, nothing learned, an endless cycle of return.
Will you still be by my side when the sun burns from the sky? Or if this fragile world should fall will it still be all my fault?
Some more suffering and pain the life we lose, we start again, nothing changes, nothing learned, an endless cycle of return.