Forever, it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions
Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word
I often stand against the wind with my both eyes shut
Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear
And not even once I recalled your name.
As the sun burns the horizon, and as the darkness settles in,
This night will be as lonely as the next one
However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise
Tomorrow will bring me strength
Because we both know that starting over isn't a way to begin.