- cifra
Cut me down, into little pieces before I could stand up
So I build a wall out of all my secrets
And now its opened up
And I remember the cold, cold mornings
And I remember the rainy afternoons
When I was dreaming that I was 22, I was 22
I wish I was older when I was young
But half the world's asleep
'Til the morning came it took me away
And now I I'm lonely, ohh
I wish that I had found out faster
I never thought it was me that after
When I was dreaming that I was 22, that I was 22
