Borrowed

Between me and my life ther's a shiny crystal

I can see clearly through it, but I can't ever touch it

You now people have to really suffer enough

To risk it all to do, what they really love

You have the winner ticket, To the lottery of hell

You never asked for perfection, Losing means elevation

Borrowed eyes, for looking into

You borrowed world, What the hell I got into?

Borrowed time, for spending into

Your borrowed world, What the hell I got into?

You know we forget what we want to remember

And we remember what we want to forget…

You have the winner ticket. To your own hell

Borrowed eyes, for looking into

You borrowed world, What the hell I got into?

Borrowed time, for spending into

Your borrowed world, What the hell I got into?

You're fading

Like the copy of a copy

Of a bad story

No loss, but no glory

Borrowed eyes, for looking into

You borrowed world, What the hell I got into?

Borrowed time, for spending into

Your borrowed world, What the hell I got into?