those golden years made me feel tall
and I never forget how I used to feel so strong.
those days have passed and left me here
but something's still ringing in my ear.
not sure what it is but I cherrish it every day
trying to find it a shape trying to find a name,
not sure what it is but it keeps me wake at night,
pumps my blood for keeping me alive...
and I see him every day,
he's my worst enemy
from the mirror starring back at me.
I must not forget
the only thing I've ever learned:
these arms are wings, THESE ARMS ARE WINGS! |
