Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
side
Because of my past, I see
a world unique to me.
I fell inside the outside.
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
What goes up
must come down.
Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
Because of my past, I see
a world unique to me.
I fell inside the outside.
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
What goes up
must come down.
