It seems that time has it's mysteries,
and memories have their little tricks.
Once upon a time,
just doesn't do anything for me, anymore.
and I grew tired of running from man to man,
I can't imagine why everyone's convinced I've changed.
When dreams fade away,
and reality sets in,
I realised that the stone I built my life of,
was just wood and tin.
Nothing's as final as death,
but, some things should be.
Nothing's as final as that last gasp,
and nothing will ever be.