Sigh!
It was never a dream
Just a constant nightmare of this living
To have loved so many,
But never feeling any love as it seems
Restlessness;
On all those resting places, you've set your heart upon
With all of the best times slowly fading into memories
All that we've once held onto, is honestly gone
Falling into the shadows of ourselves in their every iniquity
As I've fallen short in this game of falling in love
All which we know
All but somebody else's lessons and experiences
Betting yourself on a spare hand in a game of cards
But we seem to be the we; of all our weariness

Life seems tedious

The songs of ourselves
At times plays as an unanswered prayer
Only to hear the end of ourselves
While watching those we've loved, rise to the sky
All in the time of the world,
A rapture ends off this imperfect day