We all bear the scars.
Yes, we all fail in love.
We all sigh in the dark;
get cut off before we start.
And as the first act begins,
you realize they're all waiting
for a fall, for a flaw,
for the end.
There's a path stained with tears,
could you talk to quiet my fears?
Could you pull me aside,
just to acknowledge that I've tried?
And as your last breath begins,
contently take it in,
because we all get it in
the end.
And as your last breath begins,
you find your demon's your best friend.
And we all get it in
the end.
