I just love to see the day when you realize;
When you finally learn to open your eyes.
I want to see the day when you find out that a heart can't be broke;
So it's pointless to pout.
Scream and whine about them being not "the one" and that;
You fakely cut at what's not real at all, so just when will you stop to pout?
All of it's like a web of flies, don't you realize it's all lies?
One more time i'll watch you, and i'll help you with fears.
Based on compulsion and plastic fallen tears.
It's a pollution and there's no solution.
So let's write these words for a resolution.