If I could go, back to time less tangled
If I could just stop receding in mind
If only I could take back words mangled
If I could just stop receding in mind
Holding to the good memories longer
I simply don’t know why life’s so unkind
Holding to the good memories longer
They slip through my tremulous fingertips
The intense darkness creeps, getting stronger
They slip through my tremulous fingertips
As my eyes glaze over my brain slides closed
A smile now froze on my pale tender lips
Expression now void, has been Juxtaposed
If I could go, back to time less tangled
As my eyes glaze over my brain slides closed
If I could go, back to time less tangled
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