Sometimes I'm afraid that the past will run faster than me.
It will catch me and take me away,
Back to old memories.
Above on the clouds angels might sing or cry for their reasons.
My mind will explode but I'm better not go
After seasons.
Now I'm falling, realty's calling for changes,
Any you can make for betters.
I'm breathing and breaking you out.
Sometimes I'm the sinner, the one who's been giving a chance.
Embrace all the changes that's taking you out of your sense.
And I'm falling, chasing the sun and my whole dreams.
Any of these who is still seems
To breath and to break you apart.
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