Temporal fragments of happiness lift us up from a flat line Bringing comfort to a weakened mind Mixed signals impair our sight from what is real; we fail to see what is real Permanence retains no value and neither do I I hold no worth, yet I march toward my grave With a future determined, we must search for a reason to justify living our lives Sorrow won't follow me anymore This hollowness resonates through me Can't wind the clocks back to the start Can't see my future for my past Surrounded by borrowed time, I am so lost in my own mind I will search for a divide; escape boundaries and redefine living I refuse to confide in cynicism I will reach out and regain touch with what's right.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
