It was a moment well shared, along with those people called friends
Somehow known by many, it seemed like I was appreciated

Time's flowing, and onto another day we pass.

I truly regret my beliefs, for I was mistaken. Those ''friends'', are in fact, something more. It's more powerful than friendship, something that lasts longer. However, am I right?

Time's flowing, and onto another day we pass.

I grow tired of their play. Driven by falses statements and lies, it's like wandering off in the nights with my eyes closed. How dare they... What have I done to them? Gentle, honest, I never lied to them. Yet here I am, slowly cast away onto new grounds, still questionning myself. Was I the one wrong?

Time's flowing, and onto another day we pass.

A critical situation, an astonishing confusion. While water pours on my body, I fear. Scared of what might happen, of being forgotten. The horror of not fullfilling promises, of not meaning anything to anyone. Fearing that lust would take over me, and make me its slave. Do I mean anything to the People I know? Tell me I'm wrong to think that... Show me the way...

Time's flowing, and onto another day we pass.

I've been told: ''Only the strongest will survive''. Is this true? Then is it that I'm strong to have lived so far, through Hell which was imposed? Am I meant to be strong, or not... I do not know, knowledge was a part of my own self, however, I seem to know what anybody should of been taught. Who's going to replace me... Who's taking over me so easily like that, and why in the world are you all fighting against me. Show me the way of Light... I'm too tired... exhausted.

Time's flowing, it's never ending. A poor soul, without a precise goal. Days pass, weeks pass, decades and even centuries pass. It's over.

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