These eyes are cold, it seems all has changed
What once was is now dead. Hollow, empty yearning
For the past. A time when all was well
before this plague had spread inside. When did we fall?
When Did we die? The scars never seem to heal
but still we strive to find something. We never will
Why Can't we see it will never be?
Every time taking a part of life, they'll never get it back
Try to move Forward but stay in the past
some just forget to move on
Leaving behind broken ones, how could
We be so blind? The ones we fear are inside of us
we knew not how horrible we are. These things we
Do, these things we look past. Importance fades
as excitement comes, memories forgot in the thrill
This has broken me, but I won't go, but I wont go
We are the guilty we should pay
Becoming the Nightmare