| They never told me that it would be so hard.
To find yourself.
And all the words they left with choices in their doubts.
Were simple ones.
And I wish I could go and rearrange all our thoughts.
To stupor words.
And now even so I still feel some hope.
In your darken heart.
So tell me.
Where do you go to find it out.
So tell me.
Is peace as gold to shun the doubts.
So tell me.
Where do you go to find yourself?
And all your words collide in vindictive ways.
Inside they burn.
Even now you sink to find a friend.
In your desperate daze.
And I wish I could go and rearrange our doubts.
To fit these words.
They never told me that it would be so hard.
To let you go.
So tell me.
Where do you go to find it out.
So tell me.
Is peace as gold to shun the doubts.
So tell me.
Where to go to find myself again?
I can't.
