Sagoh Twentyfourseven These, The Effects Of Failure
You stand empty in solitaire
Suddenly now you're out on your own
You feel so weary;
Your travels seem to be all alone
This jaunt has left you helpless
Besetting wherever you may roam
You wallow in this mire of disillusion
It's your hope not your mind you're losing
This task seems endless
But it's the aspiration that you're musing
Will I see you here?
Will you still come around?
Will I see you here?
Will things still be the same?
You can't be sure of what you see;
You can't be sure of what you believe
You can't be sure of what you see;
You can't be sure of what you believe
Feeling tired
Weak with death of passion's flame
You think that life is not a destination
And not a simple game
Will I see you here?
Will you still come around?
Will I see you here?
Will things still be the same?
You wallow in this mire of disillusion
It's your hope not your mind you're losing
This task seems endless
But it's the aspiration that you're musing
I'm sorry if I hurt you
Please don't walk away
If bitterness were a master
Then you seem bound in chains
It's hard to free the prisoners
When you desire to be enslaved
Please don't walk away
Grab my hand
Please don't walk away
You can still come around
Please don't walk away
Grab my hand
Please don't walk away
Things can be the same
