They left tracks. I took a different route.
Share with friendsI used to wonder, why are stars romanticised? I realized that we often tend to have a weakness for things that could burn us.
They left tracks. I took a different route. Always been an escapist. Never knew it rhymed with a discoverer.
We are but an enormous social rock, And sometimes chunks must be removed And pieces must be hammered out, For us to become the sculpture We've always been within.
Preserve those pictures with resilience. They are your return tickets to destinations only your memories behold.