
Sundown
by To Kill· from Antarctica
So what’s left?
What’s left of you know?
Not even a word to write on the sand, you took them all away when you shut the door
Looking at you know is looking at me
Still trying to walk my way, still trying to breathe
So, now you left, this world wasn’t your anymore
But can you ask yourself “why”?
Burnt pictures, grey memories and this pain never leaving my chest is all I have to remind me no to fall
Can you look back at what you left?
Can you live up to the sword you forgot?