And we'll fall, you know.
There's no saving grace for you
and me. Just the silent passing
of a dream of a perfect identity.
A perfect you for a perfect me.
A passing and a failing for a
thousand thoughts that'll never
be. And when I dare to whisper
of a secret wish I have,
will you try to hear me? Press
closer to the dreams I
wish I had and save me
from the nightmare of a
thousand screaming...
nothings. Repetition becomes
the key to everything.
