In retrospect,
I know that all things lost can be once again acquired
And once you get them back they’re no longer desire.
Maybe the future is reflection of the past
because what used to make me cry now makes me laugh
In retrospect,
I know that all things lost can be once again acquired
And once you get them back they’re no longer desire.
Maybe the future is reflection of the past
because what used to make me cry now makes me laugh
