The cryings over

The crying is done

We are believing someone

Predicting inspiration

Were never wrong

You make out you know how it feels

Surrounded by suffered ideals

But why is it over?

So why is it done?

When we start defending someone

Whose lost reason. for the otherside

You make out you know how it feels

Discovered its not what it seems

Life you choose

Tomorrow will mean, will mean so much to you

So laugh, don't, cry

Behind the scheme, with endings no belief

You never would

These worries I've played

What is world worth mean here?

You make out you know how it feels

You strangle yourself with your.

The magic has lost its appeal

Discovered its not what it.

To make out you know how it feels

Surrounded your suffering ideals