You say, you reached the point of no return. And I believe your faith has deserted you. You lie all the time. So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime.
They say "trust on us". They say " our time will come". And " your dreams will come alive". One day, we will find. No way to cross this line. It's where our worlds collide.
Nothing feels right today. All what's left is nothing left to say. Each word seems so cold. And all stories seem told. How did it come this far ?. Is this the way, the way things are ?.
Don't slow me down, just drive me away. The skies are grey today, I look at life that way. So put me on a plane, I may escape the rain. My friends are acting strange, things don't look the same.
The sky is low and the clouds are mean. His mood burns like kerosene. The air seems charged with a special qualm. It feels like Fahrenheit four five one, four five one.