It's all been done before

The love, the hate, the war

The outside's the reflection

Of the inside



Anything in the start

Always comes from one

Never one,

From another 



Confessions,

Confessions,

Confessions of a

Traveller through time



In all the years he's known

That's never really grown

He started off

His creation



The only change that is

Is the change that is you

We cannot make

We never been born



Confessions,

Confessions,

Confessions of a

Traveller through time



Confessions,

Confessions,

Confessions of a

Traveller through time