Evanescence

If we can relive yesterday once more
If we can escape this dystopian fate
Could it be too little too late?

Faded copies of a make-believe passion
You and I against the evanescence
Strangers that got left behind in this disintegration

Misconstrued words and a weary heart
Quivering shadows of our former selves
We let it all slip away, through these wounded hands