We're slowly losing touch.Grasp my hands a little tighterand i'll quit being afraid.I'm still a boy at heart,and the fact that you're running away is unbearable in so many aspects of companionshipWe speak our own language that no one understands.When i was 17 i first fell in love,and I'm not scared to admit this.It took me years to understandwhat it meant to have a heart and have a friend.We see our own vision that no one understands.Truth is I cared too much,I tested my luck.The feeling is forever strong.i need to finalize a plan to make me happy once againDon't let me row this boat by myself,send me signals of a happily ever after.The same process if happening again,don't let me row this boat.I'm sure I'll awake from this same dream again,my blue eyes drenched in tears.One day we'll crack a Coca-Cola in our parents' basement,we'll laugh about the past while life itself has already left.
