such a strange way two ends meet
building things we all fall down
this commitment you don't see
you don't know what we could be anyway
down stairs
where we fall
you repeated
just like all
we move outward, you move on
spoken words don't mean a thing
it is a conflict of interest
you take back what could have been my dream
it's a waste of life that we are used to
inside of you no reason to be yours