I threw away the key and just was held it by the wind. That cold I've never forgot, pounding my chest and freezing my heart, remembering him far away from me.
If you just could be the man I would like to you to be, maybe right now I would have my arms around your neck and I would be feeling the best I could.
But the most of the days I dont feel in my precious story, I dont feel like I am in the right page anymore, you make me change the pages everytime. So.. the most of the times I just see pages but no memories, I dont see myself loving you and I end up looking for an ending.
Dont push me away when I talk to you down, dont blame me for get you down everytime you dont take care of me.. I'm blowing up now, like that bag of residue on the movie, I'm blowing away around you and you dont know because you're wasting your time making excuses like that "You're wrong", "You're selfish thinking on that way" and that things you like to say and think at first step on your mind.
I imagine myself walking the street I‘ve always wanted to walk and thinking about what I really want. I also imagine having the answer in the palm of my hand but I guess It’s not that easy. People become stranger and unknown when you least expect it. I never liked doubts, I always think that if there’s a doubt it’s because there’s something wrong. And many times I feel like a plenty room, full of wrong things, I just wanna feel good, the most I could ever feel. I'm not gonna expect less of that.
