Rewinding time is all I seem to be doing
But now it seems that the tape keeps going
Here I go back to the one place I thought I have risen above
Back to a place that I longer call home
Goodbyes aren't ready to be said in that town
They just come as you think it has all stopped
To when you think you have no more cries left in you
When rewinding was all fun
It seemed to be that I hit the button to hard
And when it stopped it took me back to here
The town of misery
The town for which I am not ready to go back
So maybe this is a mistake or meant to be
I guess I'll just try to stall and try to fix
What cannot be fixed
But anything I can do to stop rewinding
And hit play
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
Rewinding time is all I seem to be doing
But now it seems that the tape keeps going
Here I go back to the one place I thought I have risen above
Back to a place that I longer call home
Goodbyes aren't ready to be said in that town
They just come as you think it has all stopped
To when you think you have no more cries left in you
When rewinding was all fun
It seemed to be that I hit the button to hard
And when it stopped it took me back to here
The town of misery
The town for which I am not ready to go back
So maybe this is a mistake or meant to be
I guess I'll just try to stall and try to fix
What cannot be fixed
But anything I can do to stop rewinding
And hit play
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