I don't know why at times your image shifts in my head,
Like my mind can't decide how to see you.
What were you to me,
The velvet dream that slipped through my hands,
The world I couldn't fit in,
The craftsman of my tribulations,
The villain of my story,
Or the fate I gave up on too soon?
Like my mind can't decide how to see you.
What were you to me,
The velvet dream that slipped through my hands,
The world I couldn't fit in,
The craftsman of my tribulations,
The villain of my story,
Or the fate I gave up on too soon?