Memory Hotline from Cold World by Death Lens

Time won’t turn back
Leave the minutes back home
I close my eyes, the only place I’ve ever known
Can’t find a place, we’re changing on our own
IN TIMES WE GOTTA CHANGE
Swallows me whole, can’t ever let it go
It consumes me, abuse me
It’s the time I left alone. I know that things
Will never ever be the same
I miss the good ol’ days
The time I fell of the swing
Old friends we did everything
The times we wasted alone
The wasted time on the phone
The times we always danced
I want that feeling back
I want those good ol’ days
Swallows me whole, can’t ever let it go
It consumes me, abuse me
It’s the time I left alone. I know that things
Will never ever be the same
I miss the good ol’ days
The time I fell of the swing
Old friends we did everything
The times we wasted alone
The wasted time on the phone
The times we always danced
I want that feeling back x3

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