They call it the crisis of a man
lost in his way
Nothing to escape
he can run like the forrest
he's always breaking away
The world that he sees
keeps on crumbling down
365 under his belt
something that resembles
the saint valentines day mysterious play
he's got nothing to do
shoot for the stars
but the stars are lost away
deep in sky
somewhere lost in the clouds
maybe delayed
they forgot to live free
now their in pain