Sitting by the window talking to the clouds wondering how i'll ever get back down.
I'm talking in my sleep, screaming for some sanity. Somehow everythings the same but still everythings changed.
When your whole lifes been rearranged like a puzzle that was once finished, now torn apart and forced to restart.
Stuck in the past, how do I ever get back?
Feeling like your stuck on the same track of that record that plays songs you used to love, songs that you've sent away to the clouds up above, to once listen to again when the right time comes.