In the beginning it was just a glimpse
far too fleeting to care about
but i can still remember the initial traces of your change
Then you became so adaptable
no deviation from your ways
like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you
there's only you and you and you . . .
There are no more doubts in you
it's a repression of your past
sometimes it shows you're insecure
i still can read between the lines
there are no more doubts in you
have you forgot to dream at last
sometimes it shows you're insecure
you died inside
When i'm thinking of days gone by
you were so curious about the world
you never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand
Being the epitome of ignorance
does it really suit your plan?
where's the contempt that you would actually show yourself