Текст песни
Painting
a
picture
Sculpting
the
clay
Who
I
was
yesterday
I
am
not
today
Floating
down
a
river
The
river
of
change
Things
I
saw
yesterday
I
don't
see
the
same
way
I
could
never
be
what
you
want
me
to
be
My
mind
is
changing
endlessly
I'm
breaking
through
every
mold
and
expectation
Like
when
fire
heats
the
sand
Where
one
form
ends
a
new
one
begins
I
am
always
in
a
state
of
creation
I'm
still
in
the
making
(ohh)
I'm
still
in
the
making
(ohh)
Weaving
a
fabric
with
my
own
hands
Telling
a
story
with
every
strand
Holding
my
opinions,
but
never
too
strong
What
I
got
right
yesterday,
what
if
I
was
wrong?
I
could
never
be
what
you
want
me
to
be
My
mind
is
changing
endlessly
I'm
breaking
through
every
mold
and
expectation
Like
when
fire
heats
the
sand
Where
one
form
ends
a
new
one
begins
I
am
always
in
a
state
of
creation
I'm
still
in
the
making
(ohh)
I'm
still
in
the
making
(ohh)
I'm
still
in
the
making
(ohh)
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