the fairytale is over
and yet you try to fix your broken wings
is it too late to fly away?
I'm tired of getting sober
and tiref of asking what tomorrow brings
it's my turn anyway
is it waking your responsibility?
or drowning in regrets in front of me
and anything I start believing now
can turn into a bloody dream somehow
don't tell me I'm ready to go
cause I'm not ready to go
don't tell me I'm ready to go
cause I'm not ready to go
don't tell me I'm ready to go
cause I'm not ready to go
now you're ready to go and leave it
and what remains are ashes of your own
cause you burned yourself alive
but I'm still here to try it
cause once you dare you already know
that you're still alive
is it waking your responsibility?
or drowning in regrets in front of me
and anything I start believing now
can turn into a bloody dream somehow
don't tell me I'm ready to go
cause I'm not ready to go