Perfect day, just like the one you drew on a paper, then.
Drew a path, said, follow me. I said, I don't think I can.
Every day, I wish I knew just how to follow you there.
But whether I did or didn't follow you, I don't think you cared.
And as you threw away
the crumbled dream you made,
I knew I'd have to pay
for all your past mistakes.
Doesn't matter if it's me.
Only matters what you see.
So I'll let you be... I will let you be.
And if I wasn't there for you,
someone else would be your fool.
Well, I have something to tell you... something to tell you.
Perfect life, just like the one I drew for myself, back then.
But the canvas got stained, and it wouldn't fit into frame.
Every day, I wish I knew just how to be exactly like you.
I thought that stars do not cry, but then, I saw that you do.
And as you cried from fears,
I tried to catch your tears.
In world of funny mirrors,
only deceit appears.
The world spins...
by your means...
The time wins,
but you don't notice this.