as the words write themselves, i think they'll be something sad
drowing in nostalgia, over the fun we had
but as i sit and stare at the bright blue sky
i realise, today is one of those days
when i don't want to live,
i'd rather fly
one of those days
as the words write themselves, i think they'll be something sad
drowing in nostalgia, over the fun we had
but as i sit and stare at the bright blue sky
i realise, today is one of those days
when i don't want to live,
i'd rather fly