When I sing praises of my former self It seems to me It’s bent into what it’s supposed to be I have been longing for more To relive the day That will always remain Just a thought away
Time and again Worlds that I mend Lack the villains That define them All the heroes Have forgotten
Weaving memories Weaving memories
Without care I tie in knots the threads that lead me where I flee Into a place that’s not quite history I am aware I ignore What I leave askew Realign, misconstrue I’m happy, aren’t youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
