and as i watch you from a distance
you know better that i feel the way you complain
and i always ask for you to open up
but you always but yourself aside
trying to find out why I am crying
i don't know if it's fair or not
but at least i know that we're dieing from
morning pleasures of sadness
wonderful excuses
and my eyes burn slowly
cause i would always take the blame
shining suns upon leafs
loaded gun towards my sympathies