We’re off of something like the old things..
Never looking back to the good old days..
Seeking out another path of dreams..
Crossing through millions Roman’s ways..

We’re stand up for honesty..
But first time they met, nobody would ever listened to me..
Set the time, pull back the memory..
You’re the best gift ever to me..
And it takes so hard to let it go..

You’re my favorite December, and I’m January but we’re both on the same calendar..
Take a time, change for attire..
They already gone..
And they already gone..

posted with full-consciousness