The early loves seems to become jaded...
I'm never expecting this...
Glance towards the mirror,
Imagination towards the
stars...
The endless desire for my one and only true love...
This will never change I predict...
But I do get tired...
If only
they knew what push we have given...
For this music...
This happiness that keeps us all sane...
Cold nights seem to force
questions, not wanting to accept these thoughts...
I have worked and will keep working...
To keep the tradition of my one true
motive in life...
Music...
My only love...
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be the artist...
I guess I'm here but it
feels weird...
So weird...
To know how weird all this can be...
It seems to never work out like I planned...
Like we
planned.
One day it will come together...
First place desire in the backwards marathon...
That's all we can ask
for...
It's raining...
It's raining...
It's raining...
It's raining...
When the sun comes up, it's still
raining.
Slowly grow...
Weeds turn into...
Smiling trance...
Never mentioned.
The early love seems to become
jaded...
I'm never expecting this...
Dance for the mirror,
Imagination towards the stars...
The endless desire for my one and
only true love...
Dreams won't let go...
Thoughts will not change...
Can't watch it fly away...
