Summer is coming
I know I will find
the true sun of my life
shadows come from light
I realized I'm so sick
of thinkin about life
What rests for us
And what do we desire?
What if you were the lady
who cried all the nigths?
Man what would you fake to make her smile?
I know I'll have to break all
The rules of my life
Try to live trough the end
with my fake desires
Liberty is just poetry
when you're bound in chains, self-slavery life
you'll never be free
until you forget everything you did and
hopeless, live on
before the things come true
