Pinnacle In Timelines - Gloves Off

There comes a moment, that defines everything

Still framed images, mental photographs

Frozen in time, almost ending

Breaking down perfect structures

Now I can’t, picture your face

This shattered life, trace memories

This isn’t happening

I can’t be, this can’t be

This isn’t happening

He can’t be, this can’t be

Now that you’re gone everything is rearranged

The days go on and on, but nothing feels the same

No tars to cry, no chance to even say goodby

I live a lie, convinced myself you’re too far gone to try

I’m not prepared for this