Wanna hear a story?

music filled with obssesion of a lifetime full of memories feeling like a heart of stone breaking like a symphony

baby you belive in god? is a miracle enough for you? fill my glass with freedom of a life full of regrets find yourself above it all in a time you'll never forget

baby is this fullfilling? are you aware of the truth? Was the answer in your heart? all along , on the phone , all alone, when you broke in tears was the light right at the end? when the true , could found you , on the loose, on the verge of tears

music filled with obssesion of a future that won't wait is all part of the loop of the light that won't fade

baby is the light to bright baby does it burn your eyes let me find a string to guide you in between but let me ask again

baby is this fullfilling? are you aware of the truth? Was the answer in your heart? all along , on the phone , all alone, when you broke in tears was the light right at the end? when the true , could found you , on the loose, on the verge of tears

Looking throw my mind mirror barely recognizing my soul still, familiar feelings are traveling throw my mind and this song this sensation of emptyness appears to be here to stay am I my own person?, or a slave to my ways?

I don't wanna be anybody else, yet I don't wanna be myself In the echoes of my mind I feel unwellcomed but I still recognize my voice shouting over theirs I am myself and I don't wanna be anybody else

Overcome the feeling of displacement when all my fears are being toughtful I should be thrilled I should be grateful I don't wanna be anybody else I just wanna find myself

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take me back to the good old times

cause I'm scared of the new good times I would like to enjoy it all over again these gowing pains are taking me seconds but feeling like years this daily spining transitioning between stages Just wish I could see the good new times

relatable human struggle change is a part of reality I want to get out of my bubble but where's the serotonin when I need it just wish I could believe the good new times

been nostalgic for ages with a perfect pink filter over the edges idealizing the past , going fast, building walls, feeling slow slowly realizing everything i had is now gone and everything I have will be but good new times are coming

relatable human struggle change is a part of reality I want to get out of my bubble but where's the serotonin when I need it just wish I could live the good new times but I'm already living the good new times

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