I can see into the future, there's no use to continue this way. Why take teardrops into tomorrow, they can be buried with today. I'm looking on from sadness, now it's just dust and ashes. I'm like a Phoenix from the flames, rising from the remains.
Daylight has come to me, the past is distant. And at the end of madness, there's only smoke and ashes. And embers turn to flames, rising from the remains.
Is it me or is everyone around me changing? Is this real? Deep in me I am feeling.
