we will facing the sun waiting for these things to come
we smiling high watching the good things passing by
pretend the feelings fine but inside we're crying sometime
it aint what it seems nothing but a dream
and the faces get void and the lights getting thin
and the roads become uneven so we dont know where we been
and those who doubt us will soon believe
we are never supposed to win or even to achieve
This post has been edited by MinimaLLL on 29 Jan 2011, 00:01