oblivious as time races by me
i'm still rooted to the same old spot
as i was in my childhood
time strains these roots

oh how i cried
why'd i waste those tears?

theres probably not a trace
of mascara on her eyes
no
that was another life
another time

these old pictures of mine
they begin to look a little like paradise
can i make it?
i don't want to change
take me back to those pristine fields
i would take a little more time to lay in them
the currents of the society
constantly pulling at each of my limbs

nothing will always be there for me
nothing
even the sky changes
how do i escape?
there has to be more than this
what a waste