Don't want to close my eyes
don't want to fall asleep
don't want to miss a thing

Everybody hurts some days
It's okay to be afraid
Everybody hurts
Everybody screams
Everybody feels this way
And it's okay

How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just, two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Ruing over the same old ground

?What have we found

Same old fears

Wish you were here

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
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*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

We had the best years of our livesBut you and I would never be the sameSeptember took me by surpriseAnd I was left to watch the seasons changeIt's been so quiet since you're goneAnd everyday feels more like a yearSometimes I wish I could move onThe memories would all just disappear I'd never thought this could ever endI'd never thought I'd lose my best friendEverything is different now?Can we stopادامه مطلب

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

?Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

?Is this the place we used to love
?Is this the place that I've been dreaming of

And if you have a minute why don't we go
?Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
?Somewhere only we know

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger
*
*
*
*
We played hide and seek in waterfalls
We were younger
We were younger
*
*
*
One of these days
I'll grow old
and I'll grow brave
and I'll go
.
.
.

?Am I living an illusion

I want to runaway, runaway

I feel like I'm losing control

Maybe I should let myself go

Because this is so predictable