In the beginning it was just a glimpse Far too fleeting to care about But I can still remember the initial traces of your change Then you became so adaptable No deviation from your ways Like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you There's only you and you and you . . . There are no more doubts in you It's a repression of your past Sometimes it shows you're insecure I still can read between the lines There are no more doubts in you Have you forgot to dream at last Sometimes it shows you're insecure You died inside When I'm thinking of days gone by You were so curious about the world You never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand Being the epitome of ignorance Does it really suit your plan? Where's the contempt that you would actually show yourself