They told me, but I didn't listen
I pursued in spite of the advice
I'm in no troubling situation
Just shot dead on the corner of last night
I'm your prince, I'm your marionette
Circling below your playful head
Certain circles should not be broken
Is it too late to go back to bed?
Come on, don't break me faster
I'm here until the morning after
Time flies so let's make it last more
Holding hands in the back of the theatre
Those times were good, but I can't live there
Heartstrings ripping everywhere
Sephia day dreams of when
we were beautiful
Making contact with the best and brightest
Never knew what we had inside us
Potential...
Is that all that it'll ever be?
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