There's something in the air around us, it's so...
i can't explain it, i'm tired, my body is so...
Take me back a couple years,
To when we were still together...
Its just another illusion,
is what you keep tellin yourself...
He sits reminiscing on visions of what he was,
the high was over and no longer was there a buzz...
Your book is already written, the pages have all been filled, your story will be told, and only the author knows how it will end. |