Im Old

Im old

Im old

So old that

I cant write a love song anymore

Im old

So old that

I forget how love felt before

Im old

So old that

I wonder if love still has color

Im old

Im old

So old that

Promises under the moon I no longer trust

Im old

So old that

I turn out the lights long before dusk

Im old

So old that

My past self cant be found in my dreams

Im old

So old that

Like transparent air I drift through the scenes

Im old

Im old

So old that

I turn out the lights long before dusk

Im old

So old that

My past self cant be found in my dreams

Im old

So old that

Like transparent air I drift through the scenes

Im old

Red rose

Here

For me