One day you'll stare at your reflection at 2 o'clock in the morning
wondering where all the scars came from
One day you'll wear a mask and make yourself believe
that the face under it is the lie
One day you'll get lost trying to find your way back
to an inexistent home
One day you'll stop with questioning "why"
One day the world would be as empty as the sea
One day, it will be as full as your mind
One day, when both reality and dream meet
On that day, you'll stop saying *goodbye