There are no more tears left.
They yearn to cry; it imitates a heaviness around those eyes.
Only to miss the pain of it all.
It’s all quiet but everything echoes in the mind.
They yearn to cry: it imitates a heaviness around those eyes.
The lone flame lit among the burnt-out matches.
It’s all quiet but everything echoes in the mind.
No longer there, merely the perpetual desolation.
The lone flame lit among the burnt-out matches.
Exhaustion floods this very being, who wouldn’t dare to dream.
No longer there, merely the perpetual desolation.
Indifference; defines every motion.
Exhaustion floods this very being, who wouldn’t dare to dream.
It had to end, the cycle is no longer able to repeat.
Indifference; defines every motion.
The valley is barren of streams of sorrow.
It had to end, the cycle is no longer able to repeat.
There are no more tears left.
The valley is barren of streams of sorrow.
Only to miss the pain of it all.