in the night i treat you like a shadow,
in the light your like a glare of the sun,
I see your figure and I run...
tragity is treating the one you loved like a stranger,
seeing their presence as a fear,
sense the danger...
there is nothing left to say
when its all come to grey
when the moments have come to fade
when all you hold is now empty air
its tragity to see the things you love come and disappear...