I have wasted time: the most precious gift that is missed.
past
I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams
The day after always feels bad.
Looking back, I can tell you that I wish I could do things over.
Looking around in another Ghost Town.
I have wasted time: the most precious gift that is missed.
I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams
The day after always feels bad.
Looking back, I can tell you that I wish I could do things over.
Looking around in another Ghost Town.
