Apr 2015
The days collide with one another
Flying by, flying by, flying by
I turn my head and now I'm older
You can see the wrinkles around my eyes
Does that mean I have wisdom?
I really don't know much about that
I try not to make the same mistake
But who I am is written on my face
Flying by, flying by, flying by
I turn my head and now I'm older
You can see the wrinkles around my eyes
Does that mean I have wisdom?
I really don't know much about that
I try not to make the same mistake
But who I am is written on my face
I look in the mirror and realize how much older I am, hoping that I have changed from the person I was to a much wiser indivisual. But sometimes I even wonder what the hell is going on, am I seriously a better person or is it just wishing in the wind?
