now i'm told that this is life,
and pain is just a simple compromise
so we can get what we want out of it.
would someone care to classify
our broken hearts and twisted minds
so i can find someone to rely on?
i'd run to them full speed ahead.
oh, you are not useless,
we are just...
misguided ghosts traveling endlessly.
the ones we trusted the most
pushed us far away,
and there's no one road;
we should not be the same.
but i'm just a ghost,
and still, they echo me.
they echo me in circles.