The limping past of the hollow winds,
Memories it carries, tears it dries.
I see the deceit behind the smiles,
I do not want to believe,
I do not want to think.
I remember the times of the past,
The chases of the fair,
The exuburence of youth yonder.
I saw the different paths,
Yet i see the same destination.
And yet i couldnt see,
See past the facade that it is.
The pieces do not match,
It does not fit.
I do not want to believe,
I do not want to think.
Disillusioned, broken and weary.
Do we really only live to die?