Imprisoned in a childhood home,
Stolen Independance...
Paint Me.
I, Your still frame of discontentment...
Seasons come, seasons pass
Life beneath the looking glass...
Paint Me.
I, Your still frame of discontentment...
Imprisoned in a childhood home,
Stolen Independance...
Its on the tip of my toungue
They're right in the front of my mind...
The day it rushes by
With the sun &all your tears...