Woorden: Break The Silence. Near Life Experience. The Likes Of Me.

All that is mourned through the death of agony. Through a secret that is well kept, and locked inside of me. There's a pattern to the cause: something goes to waste. Always out of time, and always out of place. I still remember... looking back upon that day when we said forever, but then it went away. It's for the taking. Maybe this time, we'll get by. Life's not so easy when everything is a lie. Forget the past, we've all made our mistakes. It's not worth the pain involved, and all the time it takes. It's wearing thin. It's all looking bleak. To live in fear all of the time, I feel so weak. Day after day. I can't forget you. The shadow is cast upon your face. I cannot let you call this time a waste. What is forsaken: all of this life I felt from you? There is no pain in knowing that there is not one shred of truth. Forget the past, we've all made our mistakes. It's not worth all the pain involved and all the time it takes. It's wearing thin. It's all looking bleak. To live in fear all of the time I feel so weak. Day after Day. My hands are tied, and it can't be this way. I can't keep going on failing every day