There can’t be anything else So plain and simple So brutal yet the truth There can’t be anything else Like a dead-end street Like the death of autumn leaves There can’t be anything else It is ringing inside my head Pounding inside my heart There can’t be anything else Like the death of a star Like its end without any hope of rebirth There can’t be anything else So plain and simple So easily said without any hesitation There can’t be anything else What I wanted to hear, what I wished for Then why does my body reject it There can’t be anything else So plain So simple So true If asked why, no reason at all except, There just can’t be anything else.
Telling Tales, Irin 