Prada Cinemas

Times we wasted Why can't I get them back? Just standing over the fact Abstract We stand, unclad Now I'm wasted I don't know where I'm at My face in the center dash Your sad, I'm mad My bad Who are you? Where we going? I don't wanna stay Fears we grew with Have all just gone away While the grey around me turns to bliss (They don't even know, what they just missed)