History defeats itselfIf you can't afford the feeRemove yourself from the treeSister, you're my typeHow old would you beIf you're not made way for meAlive in hypotheticalsBut never say a wordWould your voiceSay a wordSo much like hersRepositionAll I do is danceI swear I saw a figure standing thereConfused your faceWith someone elseI know and it showsThat I'm notYoursMystery beside myselfUntangle all your timeSteal the peace from me and mineIs this all you'll ever beJust something left behindWho the hell are they to decide