One Last Time

She never looked nice, she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice it was supposed to make you feel something

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that everyday you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

لا يَوجعُ الأنسان إلا ما لا يلائمهُ

That's called the Falling Angel It's an amusement park ride Some sort of rollercoaster It takes you up and when it brings you down It gives you butterflies

I faced it all, and I stood tall.

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.

But I see her in the back of my mind all the time Like a fever, like I'm burning alive, like a sign Did I cross the line?

Even when I lose I’m winning ✨