It's 8 Pm
If I had the courage maybe life would give me alternatives
It's a day under the night and it all makes sense so suddenly
I wish I knew this before crushing my destiny into pieces
I chose the edge of the sword and it's swallowing me whole
Please tell me it's all a dream that I will survive as soon as I wake up
My love is crushed and shadows cast upon me
I need a time machine an eraser of all my faults for the glory of me and the prosperity of my kind
The lords in heaven know the truth and they deserve the pain not me not me
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