How long has it been?
It seems like days,
Months,
Years,
So long ago...
If I met myself in the past what would I say?
What would I do?
I was he,
And he is I.
But still I wonder why?
Why have such things come to pass?
I saw myself in the mirror and my heart was of glass.
The sun goes down in the east and then in the west.
When I saw you I couldn't get any rest.
Tonight is the night when old songs are sung,
And the leaves in the trees fall down to the ground.
I gave myself a second chance and then a third,
Now I have none.
I saw myself,
He was so young,
So pure,
Eager to get his heartbroken,
Eager for the weight of the world to crash him down.
I wonder what I would do if I could do it all over again,
What I would say before the things I've said,
It is something I think of often and it's something I've dread.
I must change with the times and change quickly,
But still...
How did I let things go so bad?
Was it my fault or someone else's?
Was this how it was meant to be?
As I celebrate my last cig jubilee.
