when the time comes
it will fall apart
trying to be aware of the things that surround me

every time
a little bit of my life
is broken apart

the picture of the illusion inside my mind
it was once mine,
but my eyes were blind


it was a mistake to make it go behind
i ran out of time,

i didn't see the sign
if it was true,
i would never leave you

i would find the time to make things right
to make things fine
as it was before

define the undefined
and straighten the line
but it seems that some things will never shine