and times move so fast, and now there does not seem to be any

and once it felt that there was more than plenty

I do believe that something somewhere sent me

To you, astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.



and I admit, that I have spent some time in confusion

Not knowing what is or is not illusion

Riddled with myself and destruction

Astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.



and flux, we move, crawl across the sky like the weather

To think that she once thought that I was clever

But I was do or die not now or never