The Woods Are Burning Testo

looking back on all the times.
with memories we cry.
i fade into the past now i am not real.
hey you find out.
find out you don抰 know.
what i would do.
no solution.
the woods are burning.
and i lose touch.
sometimes what is right seems wrong.
and i can抰 stop what was to come.
i hope it抯 not just in my head.
and i can抰 believe my world.
i threw away the girl.
that was suitable for my life.
but decadence it takes its toll.
and time is our control.
i fade into the past now i am not real.