Honestly what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless Living this way, only stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Dogs were whistling in a new tune barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die

 Flames to dust Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Why do all good things come to an end
Why do all good things come to an ...