Origin (Acoustic)

I became so sick of it all. The feelings we found and the time that we shared.

The passion compared is no less divine. In my mind are the swells that encompass the pain

And the vision of her oh the feelings of pain. And the memories that were now are gone

Why should it have to end this way? Will they all just turn and forget us?

There's only one thing left to find. Look around, oh. And when my light is lost and spent