Painting pictures of what might have been
Can ignore the cracks in this pretend scene.
Deep in the story, searching these days in my soul,
I hate doin' it so I won't control.
We took pictures
And you lost it like those days
And that made you cry, I was about to die
My future
Oh, I wanna be there
I wanna live there
But I can't
I wanna be there
But I can't let go of past
Oh, I miss them
But I have to
Cause, I'm livin' in the lie
There's no time (to cry)
There's no time to cry
Old days, we played
This way, get cake
Please... for my birthday
Can't you see or can't you hear
I don't want to see me (leave me)
I don't want to be me
Right now...