Five, living in a lie.
Don't intervene,
Don't even open your mouth.

Stick to the same.
Cover the pain.
Stay for the youth of it.

Nothing ever stays the same, no.
You fade.
Five turns to four...


A roof and floor,
is all ya left for.

Handle your own
Can't rent a home,
when ya know the truth of one.

And so we leave, from four

Leaving three.

We are three, you and me.

Hide, living in despise

Eyes on the past sometimes,
I can see, why ya fell
From the tree,

what could be,
Of the fruit after it hits the ground?
After a while your juice goes sour.

Living in this state
Ya point to blame
Or look up

To be better, yeah better as

Three, we are three.

You and me.