What I feel to be in time, again?
|Listening to the same old song|
and before long,
I'll be back here listening to that voice.
Choice is something I used to believe.
Now that I grieve
making my path astray and lonesome.
This was the same yesterday, all the time
committing a crime
of killing my precious sense of mind.
I'll fall behind.
listening to the same old song.