Dante के बोल

A war below that can’t be seen Fathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired Irrational or pre-determined destiny Serenity, compulsion crossing wires I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache Who’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic I can’t forget What I regret But I accept my punishment I can’t forget Our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end These memories are transient Could anything have really made a difference? Could open arms change fractured minds? Shatter forced perspectives? Do you still slip through my fingers? I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache Who’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic I can’t forget What I regret But I accept my punishment I can’t forget Our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache Who’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic I can’t forget What I regret But I accept my punishment I can’t forget Our disconnect The things that we love just hurt us in the end I hate the silent reminders of heartache I hate the silence