I see the tables turning
all the things I touch
they seem to turn into dust
I see the light inside of me
dying right before my eyes
and everything I wished for seems
so far away
if only I could change the stars
and make them shine so bright
if only I could turn the hands
of time and save my past
all the things I have said and done
would never take me to the ground
and everything I wished for
would never seem so far away
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
I see the tables turning
all the things I touch
they seem to turn into dust
I see the light inside of me
dying right before my eyes
and everything I wished for seems
so far away
if only I could change the stars
and make them shine so bright
if only I could turn the hands
of time and save my past
all the things I have said and done
would never take me to the ground
and everything I wished for
would never seem so far away
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