dont't let us waste our youth
if you shallow me
don't pretend, let me see
time is running throw the glass
well, take a look about what you has
leaving empty hands when you are gone
counting numbers when you are alone
too much for us to remember
feeling cold like in december
lonely boy staring in a wall
it seem far since you left my hall
something is still here with me
wait, it was just the memorie of you as it should be
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