Texty: Last Tuesday. Selfish Dreams.

Sometimes my dreams aren't what they ought to be
Serve myself no one else, and everythings for me
Sometimes it hurts when he lets me see what I need to be, I fall to my knees

In a different world, in a different place
But I promise you I wont erase

The memories, can you see the good times that we had
This is goodbye, I had to try, and if theres nothing left for me to say
I'll be on my way


Sometimes I'll never know the reason why but I've got to try to make a difference
Sometimes I think that I would rather die than let go of everything that I thinks mine

I'll be on my way