To end

There ain't no reason to talk
Because you'll never understand
The quite releasing insight that I don't care

For everything that has gone
While I tried to express myself
I'm tired of being the one among the ruins

You don't have to be sad
There's no need to grasp for bubbles
Just ram them right through your head
And then forget

Too many meanings decayed
Too many skies have lost their clouds
Just shapeless masses of dreams absorbed in time

I won't remember the start
I won't recall the final cut
Everything that remains is just that I don't care

You don't have to be sad
There's no need to grasp for bubbles
Just ram them right through your head
And then forget.