Please don't tell me you can't see the irony.
There once was a time when it was all you'd see.
My heart is not a toy that you can play with.
I am not some boy who will forget all this.
Appearing in command we can spin out of control.
Seems like there's an art form to losing everything.
Once there was time when we were stronger than
Traps that we would set still without knowing it.
With age there is a wisdom that we should embrace.
Why then do we still make all the same mistakes.
Answers never come from sounds of silence.
When can we resume this conversation?
Let's not take a chance on waiting so long
That we can't remember how to start one.