Flip.

As broken silence speaks of hope, counting minutes that left to grieve,
Filling my eyes with years of despair, loosing faith off everything i believe,
Now that i am left cold and done, feeling these chills up unto my sleeve,
Far from being farther to be seen, renouncing myself in order to leave,

A feeling deep inside that stuck, driving the monotony i live so naive,
Walking me down this path of dark, dimming every step of it i conceive,
I wouldn't be lost i know so sure, for i won't be counting on what i perceive,
Cutting deep through these wounds of love, the pain of denial i am to receive,

A frisk of faith now that i have known, the bitter part of it i used to believe,
Giving up the living of falsehood, every little part of it back then that i thieve,
Building hate for that i may have loved, for that true love i was but bereave,
Sure of the misery i had in fate, Flip, blink, a better world i am to weave.