Look outside: a view of pouring rain Keep wondering which of all my choices to blame (I) Believe it was all of them (I) Believe none at all made sense I missed…
I might not be a man no more Certainly not one to fight for A place in the priced
My immaculate path Should have done something full proof Should have foreseen in my youth
There’s no turning back around No winding back countdowns Still in love with my Muses
Look outside: a view of pouring rain Keep wondering which of all my choices to blame