And sometimes I consider reconsidering.
Sometimes I want to break the hands on all the clocks,
And stop time from moving.
It'll be the last first peaceful night,
that you'll never have.
Sometimes I want to stop the world moving,
And hold still these moments.
The whole world seems to be moving around you,
But for you, everything has stopped moving.
Sometimes I wish I could erase the words in my mouth,
The aftertastes of hastily said phrases
Burning in regret on my tongue.
But then again, I've learned to accept it.
And judging by the way it all turned out,
I wouldn't change anything in the world.
Not even for a second.
