I've said this before no matter how hard I try. I can't stop being bored while this world passes by. A resignation for me. These people, they just have no meaning. We've lost it all in hopeless dreaming. Well I've just lost my grip! Paint it black and

I’ve finally let you go and left the past to die This is my resignation from All that we’ve loved and left behind In the grave you dug for me A frame of bones reside A graven, barren, broken tomb Resides where once delicate orchids bloomed No revocation