Endless streets of black
leading nowhere it seems
lessons from being trapped
inside a dream
For some it’s play
many choose to walk away
Can somebody tell me
what am i doing here?
i need to know if
it’s all been a waste of time?
I hope we make it
i hope we will survive
these are the questions
running through my mind
Scarring our skin with the
color blue
i don’t know if i can go on
without you
For some it’s play
many choose to walk away
from the demons pulling you in
blinded by the light you can’t defend
Forest brown with fields of red
remembering all the things we did
bridges always join us together
i wish this time could last forever