I met him when lost
and tell me, who is not?
these days I had to build a world...
but I lacked the pulse
nevertheless, I started to walk
and it's fruit now, the seed I laid
when I was halfway there
I've been lost for years
and I was wandering
being lonely, pseudo-wild and free

And I remember
all the things we said
two freaks become friends...
he's a polyglot closeted gay
she's a ******* mess
waiting to hatch the egg
but
the bond that we made
got broken as soon as I break
was it real? in a way it was
for nothing is true or false

The demons assailed me
that's why I ran away
that's why I cried my guts out
and drowned in a sick hug

I wish we could meet at the gates
So we could join back
and talk heart to heart
trying not to look back to the past
but rather saying, hey, we made it this far
and now we can look at each other's face
and laugh at all the **** we've been