No collars

I decided to be with all the consequences...

wasn't aware they would last for so long.

I remember we met at the dusty road,

but now you claim you weren't the one choosing the mud.

So I'm supposedly the water that messed the scenery,

I am now the dirty fingers that blushed any kind of hope.

We're both searching for the one to be punished,

we look at each other for an answer in the mirror of disgust.

But she will come for us sooner than yesterday,

real life is for survivors that don't weigh the pain.

And here we are sending failed goals to desperate seekers.

We'll never be brave enough to forget the regrets.