once in a life we die, the fact so undeniable. but still we’d like to try. we run away, we hide. there’s one thing I’d like to tell you, I’ll wake you from this dream. we’re not the first ones. we are not the last to finish of this move. but these days will come soon. we are just seconds in an hour of goodbye, the clock still ticks. we are the hope and dead. we are promises in a disappointing world. the irony of our insecurities. please, I don’t know what to be. leaving here, we leave separately. and home is were the heart is, where the parts all fit in. when you don?t want to leave. I am here you’re standing there. these mistakes they do make us strong. the void of perfection. memories faded, hours faded. memories faded, hours wasted.