how could i endure one more sunrise in this cold and unfamiliar place?
where friends pass by like autumn leaves, only to stay for a season
my heart dead to the smallest act of compassion
it gave them no reason to break the cycle of the passers by
their actions made trust a failed practice
so here i stand on this hill alone,
never turning back, in hopes that the past will fade
where friends pass by like autumn leaves, only to stay for a season
my heart dead to the smallest act of compassion
it gave them no reason to break the cycle of the passers by
their actions made trust a failed practice
so here i stand on this hill alone,
never turning back, in hopes that the past will fade