R.O.T.K.

Little one with the too big eyes
And bigger sights aimed high
Wonder how the time flies right by
While you're blinking, it’s a hundred
Hits me while I'm stuck here
I couldn't sleep, going on these couple weeks
Convinced I disappeared
So, I packed my things to go
For the journey back home
Held in the palm of the hand
I lit a little too close
These times of sharpening knives
Push me aside
Turn your back on me now
I think you’ll be surprised
The end is really the beginning
You'll find out when I return
Your friends are made of tearing paper
You'll find out when I return
And jealousy, a wicked man, it can make
Destroying innocence and anything else it faced
And got in its way
I left a lot behind when I said goodbye
I know from left to right, we shifted side to side
Jumble up some words I heard from you
Late at night
Don't put your heart in my hands
I don't want anything at all important
Was that a warning?
Well, the end is really the beginning
You'll find out when I return
You better put your hands together
You'll find out when I return
The end is really the beginning
You'll find out when I return
The end is really the beginning
You’ll find out when I return
The end is really the beginning
You’ll find out when I return
The end is really the beginning
You'll find out when I return
When I return
When I return