The Resolute – The Parallel

Time’s left us behind

Time’s left us behind

I’ve been looking at the world with a
Warped vision of reality
Waiting for the universe
I’ve lost my way
Wishing for a dream of the past
And I can’t rid this image of the end
From my mind

This world that I wished existed
Was not anchored in reality
This world that I wished existed
Was not anchored in reality

Digression is progression

I’m sick of this feeling of sobriety
Fuck all this wasted time
It was all a figment, of my mind
All a delusion

There is a taste of deceit in my own mind
I feel my heartbeat but am I still alive?

I opened my mind and saw
The past can not be changed
I’m trying to find strength
To pick up, to move on, I’m sick of wallowing
I’m trying to find strength
To pick up, to move on, I’m sick of wallowing

I’m devoid of, of all emotion
It can never be the same
It can never be the same again

We are all recollections
We are all recollections

I’m not scared to let go

Time to stop giving a fuck
Time left us behind