The second One for the second time, that’s what is making me cry.

And another time i don’t know what to do.
For the flowing of the time and the opportunities that i’ve lost.
I feel like i can’t move…

The children in the silver pedestal drive me in a unreal challenge, and i can’t control him.
He don’t want to grow up, He don’t want to release.

How He’d like it should been; for What i don’t want to suffer more.
He see it’s not real: living in the past, hoping for the future.
‘cause the fear of the flowing of the time, for the opportunities i could lose.

I don’t want to suffer for the fault of a scorpio, i dont’ want to be a Snape.

I tried and i’ve thought it’s been easy; i failed, and i know i’m not me.

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