Happy moments And Crazy lives , Cheerful days And never ending nights, Glittery eyes And painted skies.
I hold onto them as strong as I can I hold onto the skies and the friends and the man For I know when I'll no longer see the dark This all will fade away Nd there won't even be a mark.
Dreams and fantasies make me a different person...... And when they break...... I come back to my bruised self to cry.