Tekst:
Moneen The Red Tree

you said you'll dream you want to be. you still can't bring yourself to try. you want to die, you want more. all these things still left unsaid, all

all this time we wait on this shallow line for a martyr to save our lives when you can't. a warning sign a lack in reaction time mixed with a war to

he said, "we're all dead" in ten years it would appear these prophecies we should have feared cause now they're here (stop this all) as seasons fade

i wish i was here. all this white light's gone black and no one's here to see. i wish i could scream "stop this awkward confusion" and let me be. my

who's to say the way i am is not to blame on hating love. let's be tragic, let's be sad. these eyes can't seem to see the way i am. all for love. you

take everything you said harder than we should. we wanted more than to try to sell you out. you won. you try to say we can't. yes i can. you can't