We were kids we were worrying everytime everywhere
we had this thing that we always were able to care
everything had to be perfect we were trying a lot
but we grew up in the wrong way and we changed the plot
now everything is easier or should be but it's not
nothing interests us anymore we take what we've got
we are empty inside we even can't fill the hearts
because we don't have with what... maybe with credit cards?
but we still can be hurt and we are when someone stops
giving us affection and kills our dreams and hopes
when this person was everyday our pretty sun
it feels like dying when he tells it's no longer fun
so please promise me that to the end we will be young
that all the words weren't a mistake of unruly tongue
and our closeness wasn't accidental cause we
still depend on each other we won't lose humanity
