Testo Another Year

A calm hand on a fabric
That's already sewn.
I'm still not ready
To face these demons alone.
The ivy crawls across
My throne.
Seems like everyone around here
Is slowly changing, And this is falling to my knees.

Is this water
Still clean?

So we grow
To be the best,
And through all my fears,
I can attest.
You told me that nothing was
Impossible,
But there's nothing left.

But all that comes from this
Is another year.
We float here as my
Body lays in despair.
There's no remorse to bear,
But so much pain to declare.
I still pull the air
Into my lungs.
Seems like everyone around here
Is always changing.
If this place ever feels like home...