Left alone in fields burned golden.   And houses rusted to the dirt   Sunsets moving in and out of our lives   And I think that we miss them too often.   We tear ourselves apart each day   And every morning it is hard to find reasons to move.   But I do it anyway aware each time of my choices, hopes, and fucking dreams.   And so many times I am left with nothing at all,   Fighting everything just to let myself sleep.   I dream about so many things and I am so sure that I am free.   For now, all I have is this choice.   With so many living dead or dying slowly, I struggle to even stand.   A lifetime together.   A lifetime to watch the world end.   Not a moment's without our faults, despairs, and passions.