Quartz
Like the moment of truth, like the break of light.
Do we ever wonder what goes amongst the skies?
Like love, like time.
Do we ever lived enough to stand up for a fight?
If we could all stand and frozed in time, like photographs that painted a thousand pictures, where the harsh reality has no apparent effect, where the smiles we have are perfect. What would you do?
Why do we live? do i have a sense of existence? What was i made for? Questions and questions, of no logical and sense. Why the day must start at the break of dawn?
Regret. I hate living in regret.
Do we ever wonder what goes amongst the skies?
Like love, like time.
Do we ever lived enough to stand up for a fight?
If we could all stand and frozed in time, like photographs that painted a thousand pictures, where the harsh reality has no apparent effect, where the smiles we have are perfect. What would you do?
Why do we live? do i have a sense of existence? What was i made for? Questions and questions, of no logical and sense. Why the day must start at the break of dawn?
Regret. I hate living in regret.
