Honestly what will become of me I don't like reality way too clear to me But really life is daily We are what we don't see We everything daydreaming
to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end
Flames dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end,come to an end,come to... Why do all good things to an end,come to an end,come to... Why do all good things come to an end,come to an end,come to...
Travelling always stop at exits Wondering if I'll stay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dies The pain sets it and I don't cry I only feel gravity and I why
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away And the clouds were dropping and The rain forgot how to bring salvation The were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could die