What is life when you really step back?
Just a bunch of crowds waiting for the crack.
I guess for you the silence became different;
Like we were floating in a separate current.
I try so hard to find the hate;
Somehow I find that goes against fate.
Remember the warmth you found in me?
I've found that everything isn't so free.
I often feel like the flattered fool;
Drowning inside this bottomless pool.
Trying to find safety upon the shore,
When did I become a bore?
I desperately wish I could go back;
To save ourselves from this skipping track.
They say that everything happens for a reason;
But for now I choose to believe in treason.