we are no more then a selfish little kids and sometimes we need somebody to watch our tricks and we all love less to hear than love to speak but sometimes we need somebody to give the kick
sometimes we spend the hours for meaningless and some days we rip the flowers to our selfishness but we are all what we want, we are all what we need to say and we always find, we always find the way
i gave my words which i can not be hold I tried to be another from what I am now i crashed my dreams and shake my bones, for what? for what i've found this place we call our home