Cough.....up the truth
Before I tell you, what I think of you
The little angel on your shoulder has soon
left his post for an old you
the dream
had a vision of a person you once knew
you didnt know all the things he could do
We'll use the knife, the same one on you
Give me a chance....
for every moment I took away as proof
you assume, that every part of me is doomed
Well not this, this ones carries tune....
long lost in you....
If one could only, go back to our suit
to fix a point, of perpetual youth
We'd realise, theres nothing we can do....
yup - another stong keeper here...nicely done.