And I stare at my reflection.
Black sky, white snow.
Happiness is misconception
If your heart is made of stone.
And I believed in illusions:
"I will survive."
End up being in confusion
Pressing rewind.
We're terrified,
We're stratified,
We're never done
With who we are,
We never learn,
We always fight
Just to be happy,
Just to get right
Where we are.
The thought is broken,
The road is wide,
Regrets soft-spoken,
The world is mine,
No matter how
These distance grows,
Things do not change,
The universe spinning slow.
We're terrified,
We're stratified,
We're never done
With who we are,
We never learn,
We always fight
Just to be happy,
Just to get right
Where we are.
The universe is spinning slow...