The first thing I remember
Was the last thing she said to me before she was silent,
Things werent quite the way it seemed
I confided, finding every stone cast at all of them,
Maybe its the hurt that breeds inside of them
The past may be hiding by a dream
My days are numbered I've waited too long
Unprovided, the victim time and time again
Only this time it wont be mine again,
Convinced my life as a dream,
I followed it, dont mess around with her confidence
She scales the mountains of inconfidence
A look may hide enough to see
Now its over before the fight
Coat himself in the light
When shifting passages set free
Uninspired, feeling like I'm alone again
The basin of all my abandonment
The dream went awaaaaaaaaaaaay More from Cool For August