How could I endure one more sunrise in this cold and unfamiliar place?
Where friends pass by like autumn leaves only 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 practise
So here I stand on this hill alone, never turning back
In hopes that the past will fade.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
