The last time I saw, the beauty of a single day.
Every moment I think of it, slips away.
Days are the same, boring and empty
I hope one day I see.
Nothing so confused as you.
Burn the past, you know it's true
The last time I saw, the beauty of life.
Every moment I think of it, I can't find the archive.
Days are the same, a waste of time.
I hope a day will stop the crime.
No names are putted on your chest
But for us all, let it rest