What is there to say
when everything is said and done?
Who's left to blame
when things gone wrong have left nothing
but scars and empty photographs?
What can I do
if fear binds me like a snake?
What can we believe
when all the good things
turned into one big mistake?
Who can I trust
when the world is nothing but
smoke and mirrors?
Who's left to love
when there's nothing but hate?
What will be burned
when there's nothing left to create?
Why did you leave
when there was promises unfulfilled?
How can I even ask that question?
The ones before still don't have answers.
But I guess that's the magic of the thrill.
