Bring me back to the days
When sharpeners were just for pencils
Bring me back to the times
When dieting was just a choice
Bring me back to the place
Where the warmth could still reach me
Bring me back to the person
Who not once had teased me
Bring me back to the age
When milk was my whiskey
Bring me back to the past
When I only pretended to smoke
I guess it's too late
To bring me back to life
I guess it's too late
To pull out the knife
All I want now
Is for you to remember
And look back a the moments
When you made me suffer
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Bring me back to the days
When sharpeners were just for pencils
Bring me back to the times
When dieting was just a choice
Bring me back to the place
Where the warmth could still reach me
Bring me back to the person
Who not once had teased me
Bring me back to the age
When milk was my whiskey
Bring me back to the past
When I only pretended to smoke
I guess it's too late
To bring me back to life
I guess it's too late
To pull out the knife
All I want now
Is for you to remember
And look back a the moments
When you made me suffer
