Soilwork - If Possible

If possible just turn the page, When all you see remains the same. I wish I could blame it on a face without a name. In the center of the place I hate, There's no escape that's what they say. Without a name... (I will never make, one single predictable mistake) (I've vanished since the anger came.) Bitterness, sometimes the truth I swear, And I won't dread, my time. I won't leave today, As long as I can take the words you stake. No matter how the hell I make, The desperation go away, Without a name... Bitterness, sometimes the truth I swear, And I won't dread, my time. Meaningless, and unsincere, Hold back those tears, rewind. Come to the point, with an illusion, It's there but it's not a revolution. You'll bear what is not your responsibility, All that is left of what, you used to be.