It's starts, its always on time. Be warned I'm often unkind, and everything we talk about lacks the point to communicate, spit a long exchange of ugly words while my selfish attempt to stay the same guy, upholds a lie. It starts though it can't be right, and everything we talk about seems to slap back in my face, was an ugly scene of happiness anything but a scene of grey love? And I don't need to understand, that fact is I'm gone before you begin, keep falling off my feet, just to wake up. It's soon that I'll repeat my faults. Keep falling off my feet again. Don't repeat I comprehend, but it won't change what's imminent. And everything we talk about seems to slap back in my face, so soon we've ended up in the worst kind of place. The faults that I repeat so well are the faults you've come to know so well, the faults that I repeat so well collide with time and take over me. Time takes over me. I've led blind, I deserve mine, answers still lie.