Where was it again, The little part of my mind That didn't speak of despair? I try to see them smile at me Eyes, blinded by the fantasy. Is it time? Where was it again, The little part of me that wanted

Almost nostalgic, I sit there wondering. Haven't I been here before? This feeling—eerily familiar. Haven't I seen this road? These curves, all too known. Everything it's shown. Almost frightening, I sit