as I walk down the road
I could feel the lament , the quietness
as I walk down the road,
I heard her screaming
I gasped, I tip toed
my heart stopped beating

I knew then she lost the match
see...it's not about being weak
it's all about being tired
tired of screaming
tired of crying
I just wish one day we could reverse the time,

and take a tour to the future
I mean...you wouldn't just fall into a trap
they're tired, infact we're tired
I could see they've painted the roads and houses red
there comes a time where she can no longer...