And the thoughts it does transpire
I wish for my wings again
When my thoughts were so much higher
I long for my song of innocent me
When love was felt high noon
I remember how it felt for me then
Before the boot of doom
If I could I would hate him
For making me wary all over again
Not I have the constant need
To see which hand the knife is in
The thought is there to wait for it
Where it wasn't there before
I just want to be like I was back then
With out the need for him anymore
I tell myself lift off and leave it
Don't come down to earth again
Don't touch another humans toll
That it might hurt my soul again
It wasn't my heart that hurt
On that part I didn't have much care
But the soul to be spit on for a token
God what was the lesson there
