How to forget?
That time when you gripped me
Closer as i was dancing towards the ledge.
Was it a flight or fall? Or did you saved, to save yourself?
I shall be honored, not ashamed,
As you leave your purple mark of grace.
The hand that grips it all,
The last question remaining is, until when?
You may kill a rose during winter,
But you'll never stop the coming of spring.
"Carry on" words easier said than done, when to each other
We belong.
It's not a matter of how, it's a matter of when.
There's shame in this defeat, as there is no clear victory.
Not longing for the curtains to close,
It's either you, or it's me.
You may kill a rose during winter,
But you'll never stop the coming of spring.
What is left to lose when there's nothing else to win?
We've been swallowing this sickness like a beggar on a feast.
And to what end? Why pretend? Heaven's not our new hell.
Why pretend? Heaven's not our new hell.
Heaven's not a new hell.
You debt's been forgiven,
Count your own blessings, martyrs don't shine so bright.
Scourged out the infection, but didn't earned a purple heart.
You fell into my life, over again.