I miss the days the days I did not understand that we can't replace the final world it's all that's left to see everything turns red and tears just started to rain if you burn the heart ends up to burn the pain when it's over, we'll stop to burn the flame, go and step outside and play a different game, trying hard to still recover the silence and the stars when it's over.. from phase to phase unspoken lies in every life with a different taste inside our memories everybody has a dream to see the good face of reality a shoulder to lean on to preparing us with rage to one second chance