Again

I wish I could have kind of balance in My head that takes me fast to find a Way out of this bed. I own it just for me because you were So mean. There's nothing left to tell. I wish that I could have a turning point Ahead. I'd like to turn around and this bed. A will, a time to be emotionally mean. There's nothing else to give. And I'm back there again, making streets in days With no end. Making dreams loop over and over again. Getting by, then why just rolling my pen? But every time life is back again, It reminds me where I've been since then. Just a few minutes and I'm back in my Room, pretending that my hopes didn't come in the Doom. I'd like to do the things that matters and So close, and pick the patterns of a morning Robe. That kiss was not for me because you were So mean, throwing at my door then. I wish that I could be with you somewhere Alone because you make me feel like princess on My throne. If I could only appear as lightly As a ghost, I'd like to read my life On IG posts. And I'm back there again, making streets in days With no end. Making dreams loop over and over again. Getting by, why just rolling my pen? But every time life is back again, It reminds me where I've been since Just a Few minutes and I'm back in my room, pretending That my hopes didn't come in the doom. Yeah, it takes me back again and again is Your refrain. You stay the same, you come around, Apologize. Pretty words, my heart still lies. I got a life to live, dreams to build. I thought I saw something in you. It always seemed to be so true, but now I'm facing truth, yeah. So if you think I'll ever turn around my Footsteps, I'll tell you I'll be not here anymore And push back. All the dignity I feel, need the love that Was so real. This could pan as something cool, But I don't wanna be no longer fooled. And I'm back there again, making streets in days With no end. Making dreams loop over and over again. Getting by, then why just rolling my pen? But every time life is back again, It reminds me where I've been since then. Just a few minutes and I'm back in my Room, pretending that my hopes didn't come in the Doom. And I'm back there again, making streets in days With no end. Making dreams loop over and over again. Getting by, then why just rolling my pen? But every time life is back again, It reminds me where I've been since then. Just few minutes and I'm back in my room, Pretending that my hopes didn't come in the doom.