And this dream
it stays the same but lives are changed
and these plans, that we make
sometimes are re-arranged.
And the story that‘s told
are points from my perspective
to make this simple life
that‘s vague and undetected
the choices that we choose of lives away from pain
the pointless drama; the shit that drives me insane.
The fall that calls our name, the point it made to tell us we’re wrong.
Tell us we’re wrong, tell me I‘m wrong.
And the story that’s told,
are points from her perspective to change this single boy
and how his life’s reflected a chance to get him back,
a chance to make things right about the lies he said
and all the times they fight and even though it hurts
you have to let it go, because those pretty smiles,
they make us feel broken.
The fall that calls our name, the point it made to tell us we’re wrong.(x2)
And our own defects are like a parasite, our lives created,
to guide our path of light.(x3)
But things went right, when we went our own separate ways,
I feel just fine. Going our own ways (x2)