This love of ours struggles to survive the looks...
but is it ours really...

What would you say if i died tomorrow
that i was a lousy friend who only brought sorrow...

Surrounded by confusion all is unclear
this place is really nice but they don't know me...

Its used a lot but what does it mean
till the sun stops shining or were wiped out by...

Do hours become minutes or do minutes become...
Is it measured in false happiness, sleepless...