I've seen seasons change.
I've seen it rain for days.
I've short stories with the saddest endings.
I've watched the morning sunrise.
I've seen it waving goodbye through the corner of my
closed eyes.
I couldn't make it stay.
I waste away the day.
I couldn't face my fate.
I had to run away.
I guess I'll never get a hold of this paradise paradox.
That somewhere love exists in our fragile existence.
I'll placed my faith in burning falling spheres,
But I'll never get the courage to hold back my tears.
I couldn't make her stay.
I waste away the day.
I couldn't face my fate.
I had to run away.
I know I'm not like him.
So I just give in.
I'll never face my fate.
I'll always run away.
Further and further.
But is life any different from a dream?
Because in dreams you die.
In dreams your fly.
And is life any different from a dream?
Because in dreams you die.
In dreams you run away.