There is nothing to write about
It ended
There are no walls to bang on them
With a stubborn head
There are no walls, to write
Toxic content
There is nothing to write about
Because they ended...
These times had ended
In you, and in myself
In you, and in myself
In everyone
There is no one to cheat on
It ended
There is no one who you can be trustworthy to
For better and for worse
And there is no one to blame
Nobody know who he is
There is nothing to prove
To nobody and nowhere
These times had ended
In everyone
These times had ended
In you, and in myself
In you, and in myself
These times ended in everyone
In you, and in myself
In you, and in myself
In every each one of us
Just here, we're existing
Either if we want to or not
We just don't die anymore
In penance for dream
There is nothing to write about
It ended
Everything I had ever felt
Abd today I only know...
These times had ended
In everyone
These times had ended