Does the past just live in our memories?
If we stop thinking, will it ever stop to be?
Or does it live in the present... Is the present nothing but the materialization of the past?
If I go mad, could it just stop to be the truth... my truth?
Could I ever let it go?
Can't I just reformulate the equation?
Will I dare change the course when I get the chance?
Am I the girl of his eyes, or the woman of my perspective?
If we ever talk again at all it won't matter... cause we will have forgotten the two silhouettes.
If we stop thinking, will it ever stop to be?
Or does it live in the present... Is the present nothing but the materialization of the past?
If I go mad, could it just stop to be the truth... my truth?
Could I ever let it go?
Can't I just reformulate the equation?
Will I dare change the course when I get the chance?
Am I the girl of his eyes, or the woman of my perspective?
If we ever talk again at all it won't matter... cause we will have forgotten the two silhouettes.