As i was trying to reach out
to the simples times of life
Feeling that you’ll never be mine
i thought to myself :
"Is it this land that’s related to pain ?"
Or is it my hands ?
That are related to my mother’s
I must’ve been naive for believing    
that i could be the loved one

I thought about you that time
When she said with a laugh that
they couldn’t see me with anybody
When all i could see was you and me
I didn’t see anything that day
Beside my father leaving
My mother crying
My dreams shattering
Let me be the loved one for once

I think of you eveytime they think of him
Him that they all idealized
I think « nothing’s more fragile than a dream »
Calming and cutting
Comforting but still
There’s a chance that he’ll be leaving, unbreathing
As i thought about what we could’ve been
I looked at you and
Why can’t we be the loved ones ?

The ones that dance in the ballroom of my mind
From mindnight until dawn
Breathing each step to eachother
Like the air was made for that love
Isn’t dreaming so sweet ?
Still destroying