And if time stood still, I wouldn't change a thing
Seasons past, years, weeks and days,
Each hour faded into optimism
My pesimistic mind; a dangerous weapon,
of simple silent destruction
And with the end is the beginning of a new end,
with that we can never win
Unbearable thoughts, born to me
Through glassy eyes of sweet sincerity
Never to be seen, in daylight winds
Empty spaces where rain once fell
It is the end of now but we can never lose or win again
