1997

hello friend, i cant breath
watch out world, i am a thief
i take from love and give into hate
for i am two people, but i feel great
so much gone, so fast
theres no living in the past
whats done is done, and so am i
i cant remember it, no matter how hard i try

i like to think
back to 97'
time was confined
back in 97'

look straight through me
right through my soul
pour yourself a cup
half empty, or half full?
cause i dont see it like that
your always going to be
right back where you started at