So here's a story of a kid who had it all Who almost lost touch but found control Yeah she was talking that break it on her own She was just like...
I feel like a kid again I feel like a kid again on my way back home Leaving a skill that stripped my soul
We were on top of a wounded plane But if we jumped off you would all just fly away So forget our faces When we hit ground on a solid front You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run And get on our races.
so now I know my way back and up again to find the lines to make me sound like him and if I break I'll glue the seat again and it's just like...
I feel like a kid again I feel like a kid again on my way back home Teaching a skill that strips the soul
We were on top of a wounded plane But if we jumped off you would all just fly away So forget our faces When we hit ground on a solid front You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run And get on our races.
I feel like a kid again as a criminal I feel like a kid again