We write our present, on the back of the past
We dream of the future, but don’t think it will last
When your dragging baggage, from something that you did
It’s hard to imagine something, other than what you’ve lived
Do you want to be a simple man?
Do you want to be the one who changed?
Do you want to make something better for them?
Do you want to fall so close to the tree?
We write our present, on the back of the past
We dream of the future, but don’t think it will last
When your dragging baggage, from something that you did
It’s hard to imagine something, other than what you’ve lived
Do you want to be a simple man?
Do you want to be the one who changed?
Do you want to make something better for them?
Do you want to fall so close to the tree?