Why not let this be the perfect time for irony? Write about what we see, then produce calamity. A recipe for quandary. I lost a little of you in me. Running past the boundary, against the written melody. Before you go, we'll end up here, times may change people. Wonder if you're here with me...wonder if it's what I see..if this is what I need...If this is you only...If this is what i need and this is what i see a road leads to succeed if you are here with me...wonder if forgotten needs and you are here with me....Are you here with me? Before you go, we'll end up here, times may change everything. And through the years, let the world know who you are.

And times may, may change, may change people.
try to understand you and find out what you know. running the way you go. Never thought i'd sink this low.
A penny show for status quo. I lost a little too much to grow. Never fast, you're always slow. You're drowning us both, just let go. And times may, may change, may change people.