This is the frame without a photo.
This is a marriage with a no.
This is a smile with false pretence
Because I told you so.
There is no baby in the womb,
There is no corpse inside the tomb
There is the sun that’s blazing bright
While the sky’s dark in gloom.
I’m a road that never ends,
I’m an amputated pair of hands
I’m the winner that succeeds
By failing all my plans.
A soul that’s already numb
A heart that feels no pain
Every time I’m convinced I’m fine
That time passes again