I think I freed myself in the shadow,
Yet it's sad,
I could've bent the light rays over the paper,
Made the snowflakes rhyme,
Trapped the heat of summer,
And framed the sunset inside a jar.
But I'm confined to the corner,
In the shadows for the broken and hollow,
That's also where I met you,
Back when we were each other's tomorrow.
Yet it's sad,
I could've bent the light rays over the paper,
Made the snowflakes rhyme,
Trapped the heat of summer,
And framed the sunset inside a jar.
But I'm confined to the corner,
In the shadows for the broken and hollow,
That's also where I met you,
Back when we were each other's tomorrow.