All we have in common is the past.
These memories don't do me any good;
I've realized that what I give I don't get back.
But I try not to think about it.
It's best to just forget yourself.
This fire has burned for 7 years
I keep thinking that time will put an end to it all
It won't go away.
I'm stuttering again
Waiting for the right words to come
In reality, they have always been there.
No one wants to hear it.
No one will be there waiting beside you.
Walk this world alone, don't worry about a thing.
