The fat lady's finishing
The returns are diminishing
The triumph, the tragedy
A breathing dichotomy
It all looks the same to me. revisionist history
This hindsight is a cataract
This valentine's a heart attack
The triumph, the tears
We're showing our years in history
Remember, recall, revise, rewrite all my mistakes,
And hope everyone else forgets.
My memory selective and overprotective.
It all looks the same now