Dante

A war below that can't be seen Fathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired Irrational or pre-determined destiny Serenity, compulsion crossing wires I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic? I can't forget what I regret But I accept my punishment I can't forget our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end These memories are transient Could anything really have made a difference? Could open arms change fractured minds? Shatter forced perspectives Do you still slip through my fingers? (Fingers, fingers) I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic? I can't forget what I regret But I accept my punishment I can't forget our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic? I can't forget what I regret But I accept my punishment I can't forget our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silence