When I was young I use to believe
there wasn't a difference between you and me
but now the seperation doesn't seem so clear
always searching for something
that will never appear
and every silver lining has a way of letting you
down it penetrates and leaves you scarred
this worlds at its end
like building thats crumbling
moving further to its collapse
I can feel the fibers, like grains of sand
passing through my finger tips
and I think of my parents and
how strong they used to be
this world was too much and now
addiction has them beat
isn't it time for change, before its too late
and this world turns another shade of gray?
Your friends fall from grace
and only three words come to mind
but even that doesn't feel the same
it's falling apart, it's about to break
this world is ripping itsself to shreds,
now as yourself what do we have left?
(nothing)
