I'm getting lazy, I'm getting complacent. Someone's going to read this and the jig will certainly be way, way up.
Hope falls with tears, washes through the years, unveils the fears of love. Hope fights heartache, it gives as much as takes, pretends that echoes aren't just memories of love. Always lonely, never alone. A song for Zill, only time could heal, only time has killed this song for Zill.