My mind is a battlefield.

What? What time is it? Do I really want to know?
Does it really matter?



Come, hear the sand trickling down.
Down the hourglass.


Have you heard the news today?


It seems like everything is falling into place.
But what if I don't want it to?
Do I have a choice?



What I've got... is it you? is it me?




... is it us?



Confusion makes my head breaking down.
You're to blame. You feel ashamed?
Don't. Please.


What can I do? Why can't I see?
Waiting for the time to pass on?
I don't think so. I am not going to take it.

Change something and you change the world.
promised.


My soul is on Stand-by.


Like a lonely wind stroking my skin.

Is it possible that we are all wrong?
What are we supposed to do anyway?
Is there a way to make everyone happy?

I hope there is. There should be. There must be!

Maybe...


The Last grain of Sand is blown over the edge.
Would you save it for me?
What do i mean to you?

Tell me. Please.