every minutes of my day , I want , more and more often , close my eyes for a while
forgot my name , and just live my dreams who doesn't exist
but I stand up , hoping for a new beginning before the end
(look at me , I'm falling ... )
I loosed my wings long time ago
but I'm still staying here , waiting for the night and the right moment
I don't want to close my heart
(look at all this blood ...)
but is it ever the right time to loose yourself ?
I used to be somebody.... for somebody else.



