Mar

Others people lives
are just like mine
if i close my eyes i will see
the tears that you cry
the pain that you feel deep inside
if you take my hand
and walk in to the forest
you should see
the dark side of me...

But this is not the end beautiful friend...
i listened to your voice fooling from the sky
and then i realize i'm not alone no,
i'm not alone, sweet child of mine!

Can you picture me and you
holding hands together again
it could be the end of laughter and soft lies
the end of nights we tried to die
the end of strange days bodies confused, memories misused

Can you picture this, beautiful friend
running through the forest of our fear
without feeling the ground running...running...
free, so free like nothing can stop us now!