Dust, dust is all I see.
I can’t believe in this lane
of life.
Death, Death is all I feel.
Why, why, why??
I want to know how it came
to this.
All I want is an answer
nothing more nothing less.
That’s all I wanted. I never
loved any one more than I loved you.
“Why how who when??” That’s
all I asked every day that I lost you.
How did it come to this?
When did we lose our selves
in this land of hate and love?
I want to how you lost
your way. I loved the day.
But now all I see is the
night that you died and I lied to my self.
I kept saying that it was my
fault.
“How did I do all of this?
Why did I do it? How could I do it when I loved you as much as I did?”
How, how, how, how, how is
all I ask now.
How, how, how, how, how is
all I ask now.
How(pt.1)