wisdom - eye of the beholderin our younger days we would say things will be so much better when but darling it's already been we're so wise and we find ourselves looking back to these ideals that we held leaping backwards to crawl forward and we're so wise in these current dayswisdom - eye of the beholder
we find ourselves to say oh darling there's no need to cry you're already just a memory those ideals they just don't fly with you and we're so wise we're so wise
yesterday's wantin our younger days we would say things will be so much better when but darling it's already been we're so wise and we find ourselves looking back to these ideals that we held leaping backwards to crawl forward and we're so wise in these current daysyesterday's want
we find ourselves to say oh darling there's no need to cry you're already just a memory those ideals they just don't fly with you and we're so wise we're so wise
canvas - a somber day part IIso long ago i can remember a passion so powerful the world meant nothing and everything sincecanvas - a somber day part II
has been dull and cold i watched as paint was mixed gently brushed onto a great canvas stroke by stroke but as all paintings do this one soon was finished and the artist lay down his brush that day the passion died and ever since i have stared at this painting asking question after question and pondering what happened i know now though that all i really want is to be able to be so passionate just once more
bleak - a somber day part Ifar above the pin breaks through tiny beams of light falling downbleak - a somber day part I
and all around the memories spin by the wind begins to shout reality has whithered none of it makes sense none of it matters because way out here i'm completely alone completely distorted all i know is that
those good memories i once had are now horrible nightmares
entangled within myself they're just ghosts of her chasing me through the fields and i'm not sure i can escape i am so helpless here
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