for today I'll show you glossy pictures tomorrow yesterday, your dreams are gone waking up and see you are worth nothing it's wonderful but I don't wanna run
run, run, run our sky is high but stil so fucking cold just want to touch it, don't want get old dreams are so tall and I'm way too small it will come back to you by roads I took I don't know how
too young too take the pressure never too old to pick a fight i'll turn away from you someday taking one last look the dreams and sleep you took
you say you will never love again well, listen here, love
I don't care
i'm not what you desired I will never be I'm not the man I wanted it's just me
about violence and dreams about love and all the sins about stars and oceans about sun and moon for everyone and no one in particular for me, not you for all the roads I've yet to take what of myself will I make?