i start first ....just works of sudden urge to work me grey matter
There are several lives i can live
Things great that i can do
No matter my purpose or whereabouts
In the cover of the dark space surrounding us
or under a withered tree in the whiteness of snow
You are still there somehow
Not with me in person
Cause i have accepted the impossibility
The life i want but unable to have
is of one with you..
But if you need someone's shoulder to cry on
I will be there...