Sometimes all the moments,
that we savoured for the last,get crushed between the good & bad,
from pressures we have had,but you know I can't conceive the day,when feeling run too high,to work out all the stale terrain,emotions try to hide, when I try,lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost,
it all seems like bad means,when lovers turn from lust,
then I try - try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no comprise,
fall through this fragile hell,the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip,
too exhausted to rebel, then i try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost,
it all seems like bad means,when lovers turn from lust,
then I try - try to smoke alone