end of a life
Mori Calliope Lyrics

We’d run Right through Those nights I’ll never find my way back to you, inside this labyrinth of lights
We used to run through those crazy nights, but now I'm lost and can't find my way back to you. It's like being trapped in a maze of lights.

There was madness In the meaning Never laughless We were screaming at the top of our lungs to the numbness This city never died
Even though there was madness in the chaos, we found meaning in it. We were never without laughter even though we screamed until we were numb. This city never died but was it ever alive with a soul?

I’ll fly No proof Those heights I’ll never find another chance to say “hey thanks for saving my life” I was hopeless It was stinging Running roadless We were singing at the top of our lungs to the numbness This city never died
I'll fly high without proof of my worth, but I'll never forget to thank you for saving my life. Even though I was hopeless and it stung like needles, I kept running aimlessly singing until I was numb. This city never died, but was there ever a soul inside?

What was the root of it all? I couldn’t say. Used to jump and then fall Rugged and cliched
I don't know what caused it all to begin. We used to take risks and fall, but it was just a cliche and routine.

Would shrug it off without complaint, not a sound No use in trying to find friends, cuz in the end nobody sticks around
I would shrug off my pain without complaining, in silence. It's pointless to look for true friends because in the end, nobody stays.

Its when you shoved yourself into a crowded place That you turned around and found yourself in love in outer space Cue the reckless nights, no strings, Laughing at our own dreams
It's when you put yourself out there that you may find love unexpectedly. We lived recklessly with no strings attached, laughing at our foolish dreams.

Just what the hell was so funny? Bark up the wrong tree, stumble, used to falling great heights Amidst a concrete jungle, singing cuz it felt right We mixed the ennui and troubles rhyming our discontent And though it’s history, I can’t forget the time that we spent
We laughed at things that shouldn't be laughed at. We fell hard repeatedly but kept going. We sang in the middle of the city because it felt right. We mixed our boredom and problems, turning them into music. Even though it's in the past, I can't forget the time spent with you.

Convinced that this could mean another end Exists between real and pretend A twisted alter-fiction where I missed my chance, did not ascend and Disappearing into the mist of “never happened” Is the me that I can never befriend. I let it go…
I thought this was the end and that there was a blurry line between what's real and what's not. It's like an alternate world where I missed my chance and never moved forward. That version of me is someone I can't be friends with. I have to let it go...

Fade in, fade out This crazy dream Without a direction, floating aimlessly There’s nothing left back there for me Breathe in, but it won’t stop the rain from pouring
It's like a crazy dream with no clear direction, just floating aimlessly. There's nothing left for me back there. I can breathe but it won't stop the sadness from pouring out.

Chasing fireflies Between the soaring high-rises Left a trail behind defined it “wasted time of our lives” Silent singer, overworked and underpaid Thinks an office is a coffin until off is where you’re laid Yet a thought persists, an optimist who ought to be afraid Saw the “nothing wrong” in writing songs behind the lonely shade Is the world a sadder place without the words that you conveyed? When the ladder fell and shattered every bar that we had played Does it matter in the end the sound diminished and decayed And your friends grew tired of fantasy? You’re wishing they had stayed? You don’t get to say “I miss you” You watched your heroes fade Into the rear view-mirror of the villain you portrayed Stop the pity party, listen, you don’t get to be dismayed You don’t get to be emotional, feel blessed you got it made These the best of years of life because you chose to make a trade Recollect the days you hoped and you prayed for this What is there to miss?
We used to chase fireflies in between the tall buildings, leaving a trail of wasted time behind us. You were a silent singer, overworked and underpaid, who felt trapped in an office until you were laid off. But you still saw hope and found purpose in writing songs. Did your words make the world a happier place? When things came crashing down, and our audience grew tired of us, did our music even matter? Can we still say that we miss each other when heroes fade and villains become the norm? But we can't pity ourselves or let emotions control us because we are fortunate enough just to have what we have. We chose this life, and we have to be grateful for it. So, let's remember the days when we hoped and prayed for this because, in the end, what is there to miss?

I’ll keep waiting Waking up now To my real life Lemme daydream ‘Til the next flight
I'll keep waiting for you, but I'm waking up to my real life now. Let me daydream until I'm on the next flight.

And yet somehow, There was romance In our self-hate “We’ve got no chance” In this light maze But let’s hold hands Through the night haze We’ll run so fast ‘Til the school chime ‘Til the train runs We know it’s time We’re the sane ones Waking up now To the real life Lemme daydream ‘Til the next night I’ll keep waiting
Somehow, there was romance in our self-hate. We believed we had no chance in this confusing world, but let's hold hands and run anyway. We'll run fast until the school bell chimes and the train leaves. We're the only ones who are sane. We're waking up to real life now, but let me daydream until the next night. I'll keep waiting for you.

Drowning so long I got older Now the crowd’s gone Is it over?
I've been drowning for so long that I've aged, but now everyone's gone. Is it really over?

Fade in, fade out This hazy dream Without a direction, roaming aimlessly There’s nothing left back there for me Pretend it’s the end of a made up story
It's like a hazy dream that fades in and out without any direction. I'm just wandering aimlessly, and there's nothing behind me. Let's pretend this is the end of a made-up story.

I’ll say goodbye to the soul inside
I'll say goodbye to the part of me that's lost and confused.