nc-17

how are we supposed to stop?

when i look back

i don't ever want another chance

i wonder why we start at all

i won't go back

i remember how it really is

i wonder why we start at all

and i won't go back

i remember how it really is

where are we supposed to go?

when i look back

we're trapped in a primitive past

why would you want to start over?

i won't go back

i don't ever want to try again

why would we ever start over?

and i won't go back

i remember how it really is