Strange how things change
They always say that everything stays the same
But nothing stays, except the edges
A painting that tore through time
Tragic
So tragic
I ask you
Is it me or is it you?
When and how long will we stay âWeâ?< br/>Is it me or is it you?
When and how long will we stay “we”?
Did we run out of colors?
Or were they just wrong mixed?
Can't we start again
To give us something that won't break over time?
The immortal
And just like before, like before, out of the frame ¤llt