Something in the air makes me feel so scared.
Winter's on its way again, as we reach the end
of another year. Sure I'm still here, but I don't
konw where I'm headed. Caught between two
thin lines and the future looks unsettling.
Regre, threatening my mind, no way of stopping,
or taking back the time. This is all we've
got. Look at where I am, question where I'm at.
How long will I remeain content? What will I do when the moment's spent? Cuz I'm still dreaming,
forgetting that I'm aging; death gripped to
my youth as I deny that things are changing. No way to change the past. so I'll just let things
unfold. The memories will always last, the
times we've spent are gold.