Sor

Ask
The one who created the grounds
The one who created the skies in six days, ask him about my state
The one who causes troubles
The one who seeks remedy, in dark days, ask him about my state
Don't ask me
My state

My time
While I'm in a good mood
I loved a cruel one
I was finished while in their hands
I turned into ashes
I burned
I lost my peace

Oh
There's no such thing as easy
It either comes or goes
You make a decision
There's no starting over
It either loves or erases
You know love
There's no other solution
There's no other solution

Ask
The one who created the grounds
The one who created the skies
In six days, ask him about my state
The one who causes troubles
The one who seeks remedy
In dark days, ask him about my state
Don't ask me
My state

My time
While I'm in a good mood
I loved a cruel one
I was finished while in their hands
I turned into ashes
I burned
I lost my peace

Oh
There's no such thing as easy
It either comes or goes
You make a decision
There's no starting over
It either loves or erases
You know love
There's no other solution
There's no other solution
My state

My time
While I'm in a good mood
A cruel one
I loved
I was finished while in their hands
I turned into ashes
I burned
I lost my peace

Oh
There's no such thing as easy
It either comes or goes
You make a decision
There's no starting over
It either loves or erases
You know love
There's no other solution

There's no other solution
There's no such thing as easy
It either comes or goes
You make a decision
There's no starting over
It either loves or erases
You know love
There's no other solution
There's no other solution