Maybe we are now what we're meant to be
I found my passions in a dark hole, I found them when I was someone I hated being
I used to fear losing, now I know sometimes to win you have to lose
Like losing lovers, like getting strong
Like losing feelings, like opening myself to more
Maybe I am all I've been accused for, I acknowledge everything and I'm sorry
But never will I want to be what diseases
I'd rather be what kills the bold
Do tears for people really mean much?
When the clock fast forwards they'll dry
Time wont keep you a still because I'm running with pain, I'm running with regrets, I'm running with happiness
Maybe I'll settle 100 years from now when my loved ones wear all black and stand around me
I fell 10m per second....
I want my wings back