losing it all ;

I draw this line and hope you take my side - what are you suffering for? your pride or some kind of personal war?

From some lost and distant shore - I hear you crying softly for the way it was before. 

Bittersweet the dreams we made, we're so young and we thought that this could never end.

Whore mother? I don't know my mother but if your calling me a son of a bitch - you wouldn't be the first!

❝ Your secrets and whispers, they're lying to you but I held your hand when you asked - and I would go anywhere for you. ❞

❝  Why we circle, I don't know but I know if it's too much to follow - maybe it's best you don't stay close. And this is where it ends - you'll be missed. ❞

❝ brother my brother - tell me what are we fighting for? we must end this war. it doesn't have to be this way. ❞