These eyes are cold, it seems all has changed
What once was is now dead
Hollow, empty yearning for the past
A time when all was well, before this plague had spread inside. When did we
fall? When did we die?
The scars never seem to heal
But still we strive to find something. We never will
Why can’t we see it will never be?
Every time taking a part of life, they’ll never get it back
Try to move forward but stay in the past, some just forget to move on
Leaving behind broken ones, how could we be so blind?
(how could we be so blind?)
The ones we fear are inside of us
We knew not how horrible we are
These things we do, these things we look past
Importance fades as excitement comes
Memories forgot in the thrill
This has broken me, but I won’t go, but I won’t go
We are the guilty we should pay. Becoming the nightmare