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