Do you remember
the year when I used to cry to return to you When I wanted you to snatch me out of the blue
when I used to draw the sun in the corner of the drawing , or when I thought long rides are boring Now I die to have one.
My dear friend,
for all of the sad things I did and for all of the `I hate you’s that I hid, I am deeply sorry
i didn't know,
I didn’t know growing old was that hard, I swear, if i knew before, I wouldn’t be pulling that card
I thought of dreams
I wish I could be free of lies And be again that girl which is nice, I didn’t know that growing old changes a fact, all I do now is act.
I miss youu
Don’t you miss me like I do? Don’t you want to see me? Or am I the only one who dreams every night of being a soul which is free?
where i live, now is different
The medium I live in; I feel I am living in a big fat sin. I want you now to be actually here, and see what I always fear Let’s play a long distance game dear, that I can pull you to be near.
my dear friend
can't you come back? my childhood my friend i want you again being an adult its hard enough i act as one, but i am not that tough.