tonight i know it all has to being with the end
we'll start again
from the beginning where it doesn't hold us,
and it hasn't molded us into something we're not.
our story's twisted, wrinkled,
flipped, and folded
its hard to hold our mistakes on the paper.
so lest just let it spill of the pages, back to the ages they belong.
We'll start again
from the beginning where it doesn't hold us,
and it hasn't molded us into something we're not.
