lost by lines and shades

the changing is the hardest part
leaving behind a part that i can never regain again
it will all be different when i return

what is another night spent here on these sheets
in tears
when i've spent the last two the same
what is the point of hopeless fighting
of fears
when it will happen anyway

and the day seems as if years
and i'm still here looking at captured perspectives
wishing that I could return

what is another night spent here on these sheets
in tears
when i've spent the last two the same
what is the point of hopeless fighting
of fears
when it will happen anyway

happen anyway and i am unbound
like the books slowly fading on the shelf
page upon page falling like skin
and i am left defenseless
unbound and it happens anyway

what is another night spent here on these sheets
in tears
when i've spent the last two the same
what is the point of hopeless fighting
of fears
when it will happen anyway