If I could hold forever in my han… I’d do the things I don’t think I can I’d never lose time Regrets won’t exist

The chocolate spoke to me On the table, there it sat. On the table, perfectly wrapped. Within a moment, I could see The chocolate looking right at me.

I see you wriggling at the corner… Waiting for that delicious fly To drive itself into your home And eat him up when you’re alone I see you scurry across the floor

An imagination, a powerful thing Who knows what power it truly brin… A child’s mind, an empty canvas Imagination could only paint this Out the door, we’re flying free