Tendencies - We Still Dream

I’ve been waking up every day at eight

Just to sit around and think about the things I hate

Where did things go so wrong with me

Dissecting my brain’s like dissecting a train

Where each piece holds a different issue

Bury me under the weight of all this misery

I feel the same

11:30 came it was already too late

For my memories and it’ll never be the same

As the days back in 2003

All that’s left are regrets

As the leaves die and fall from the trees

I’m asking myself why, we’ve got tendencies

To desert everything, on that day

You left I swore that I would never be the same