They are strangers.
Trying to screw up your choices.
Trying to screw up your life.
That's what people say.
When I'm thinking about...
But they are affraid of loosing their slave.
Beneath pressure there's desire.
Those wishes who are trying to break the wall that those words had built
Only needs a crack.
A little space for that wish to grow.
A little more to break the barrier.
And When there's nothing more than ruins
Those people leave but the essential become something more...
And when that emotion will be gone
There will be nothing more than a deserted battlefield
Your heart fighted.
But now it's over.
Maybe letting that wish grow had worth more than all that pain.
But next time you'll know