Sequels from the past
They create
Chaos in today
These scars don't vanish like sand
They will never fade
When you've lost the trace
You become a stranger
You are loosing the race
The contact disperses
You are in last place
I hate
To be
Conscious of it
Happiness comes
As i get lost
When you've lost the trace
You become a stranger
You are loosing the race
The contact disperses
You are in last place
We have all
Been there
It's natural
When we fall in oblivion
When you forget your words
You become a liar
You are loosing the race
I know
You wish to
Reverse it
But now it's all a mess
We have all
Been there
It's natural
When we fall in oblivion
