I'm tired of hearing everything you say. It's rolling off your tongue across my face. It seems the time to leave, it seems we tried. . What's the use in talking?.
Did you know that the right won?. Another fool, you're the sidearm. And it's enough that you broadcast. You got to touch. . Well, this is the last one.
Just a voice inside your head. Whispering, "All the hope is dead". All the time you had to prove. That no one really loves you. . I found you in a reflection.