No, I won't do it again. I don't want to pretend. If it can't be like before, I've got to let it end. I don't want what I was; I had a change of head. But maybe someday...I've got to let it go and leave it gone. Just walk away, stop it going on. Get too scared to jump if I wait too long. But maybe someday I'll see you smile as you call my name. Start to feel, and it feels the same. And I know that maybe someday's come again. So tell me some days come again. No I won't do it some more, doesn't make any sense. If I can't be like this, I've got to let it rest. I don't want what I did, I had a change of tense. If I could do it again, maybe just once more, I think I could make it work like I did it before. If I could try it out, if I could just be sure, that maybe someday is the last time, maybe someday is the end. Maybe someday is when it all stops, or maybe someday always comes again.
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