I'm taking this water into my lungs my river
drifting through stupid life hoping for more believer
so many times when it happened by looking around
soon I will see dead fish my wild river runs aground
cause someone's bear was taking my bed and someone else was
taking my mind maybe heart I think I should suppose
I was missing the feeling not person in real
but I still see vivid images too hard to steal
when he wanted me to look straight into his brown eyes
when I scrape my knees in a silent pain I realise
only a few want to come back the rest would like to go
also I should move forward to don't be so so
playing with people unworthy game idiots liars
just to freely make come true my childish desires
why not to cut it off and start over or rather
make the past the beginning of future together
