Vārdi: Nientara. Summer's End. Scars Faded As Flowers.

Hundreds of rose petals/pluckedfrom between my fingertips/still my fatewas falsely anticipated/sun was long past set and i kept telling myself/it`s not too late/fooling myself again and again/time seeping through the cracks of my fingertips/falling out of my reach/groping at this wilted flowers/what the hell is the matter with me?/i need something to hold onto/i`m needing not to let go,it`s not too late,fooling myself again and again/sun was long past set and i kept telling myself/she loves me/she loves me not/i peer into the ocean/and my head is hung low/it`s filled with the thoughts/i can no longer deny/i raise a chaking hand/try to wipe away the streaming tears/try not to let them stain my face/or blind me/and everything only burns...everything burns/just like the tears that i cried/and the pain i have left/i guess it`s always been too hazy for me to see/she loves me/she loves me not