An unspoken knowledge of prescription happiness.
An everyday affair.
With shattered dreams of being someone.
It lost the whole meaning.
CHORUS:
THERE’S NO CAUSE.
THERE’S NO WANT.
I HAVE NO LIGHT FOR YOUR BLACK DAYS.
I DON’T KNOW
WHAT YOU WANT.
I HAVE NO ANSWERS FOR YOUR BLACK DAYS.

A power larger than the sky.
Stronger than both you and I.
I’m holding nothing that will help you.
I don’t know why you sought out me for something
I can’t give you.


By Anja Of Death