Cut Short

All my little friends
hanging at the loft
what I seem to gain
is coming at their loss

Oh my little friends
as we're growing fast
pieces of our souls
leave not to come back

why do we feed it
why do we feed this loop

cause we never pull the plug
we don't try to wind it up
and though we never pack it in
we all want it to cut short

Feeling as it fades
we don't really feel sad
Feeling as it fades
swallowed in the distance
Feeling as it fades
buried out of this time
Feeling as it fades
just to start again

All has to end
...someday