Song I sing as I leave the scene

Time flies
Night turns into day
Once close
Now it's miles away

Years gone
Far from everything
Still think
Of what could have been

Is it true that we care about what's right?
Is it true that we care about what's left?
Is it true that we care about anything
Anyone
But ourselves?

Hope yields
In the light of day
We've run
Out of words to say

Spring fades
And so the lights at dusk
I's still unsolved
So tragic and absurd

Is it true that we care about what's right?
Is it true that we care about what's left?
Is it true that we care about anything
Anyone
But ourselves?



Credits
Writer(s): Davi Stracci, Rodrigo Augusto Moraes Lopes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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