(claude s.)

Different words upon the
Page, written faithfully like
Yesterday.
I'm still thinking of a past.
Just how long does this expect
To last?
I was once a simple man.
I had everything,
You understand?
All those things I chose inside,
Turned to blood and stone
From all the lies.

I will never be the same,
I will never be the same,
I will never be the same,
I will have seen the changes
Once again...

I will never be the same...