A horror of my own device
My voice faults for my demise
My inability to speak
Has costed me my life
Sometimes
Before I sleep
I like to think I'll leave
Sometimes
I pack my bag
Just to see what could be
That is when
I remember
That I'm just out of reach
I’ll be moving out eventually
I’ll be leaving the past behind me
..Although..
If I could rewrite the past
I don’t think I would
If I could rewrite the past
I don't think I would