One lone girl is forever looking on
At dreams that are beyond her reach
Without end every thought inside her head
Keeps on spinning around,
Keeps on spinning around
"Nothing's wrong" she would mutter to herself
The words were blown away by the windstorm
Worthless now, worthless then
Every time I find mistakes in myself again, I'll roll these dice of mine
One more time
One more time
"I am gonna roll again this will be the last one"
The girl would say,
The girl would say
Playing with the meaning of every word she uses
"Can't you stop?"
"I still have to roll"
"I can't see a future no matter where I look"
"I think the time's come to stop breathing."
Just a girl who is running out of rolls
The colors still elude like a dream
Words collide on the voices which they ride
Any meaning is lost,
Any meaning is lost
"Nothing's wrong" she had said that once before
And now those words have turned into ashes
Nothing matters, I don't care when
Every hill is an invitation to repeat the same mistakes again, just...
One more time,
One more time
"Please just let me roll again this will be the last one"
The girl would say,
The girl would say
Silently intending a different sort of meaning
"Finished yet?"
"I'm almost done"
"On the horizon I see emerging colors"
"I think I should just stop breathing." Just...
One more time,
One more time
"I think I should roll again this will be the last one"
The girl would say, the girl would say
Masking every word with a long forgotten smile
"Are you hurt?"
"I'm better now"
"You were probably a bit sick and tired, that's all"
Why is it so hard to stop breathing?