I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

what we lived through is now hard to explain

sometimes we are distant but our souls walk by their side

remember sometimes things could fall

but we allways know with who we can roll

I mean what do you want, what do I want?

we know a lot of ourselves, things that no one suspects

stupid details that will bore them to death

let them talk, we are all right, come with me 

lets skip this class, go somewhere and have some fun

one day we’ll grow up, I hope that’s okay

my intention is to never let you down

I know you’ll be there for me

somewhere around as ever,

maybe mocking someone or with something clever

shouting to me realities I missed over

let’s make that small things last forever…