When she was just a girlShe expected the worldBut it flew away from her reach soShe ran away in her sleepand dreamed ofParadiseEvery time she closed her eyes
When she was just a girlShe expected the worldBut it flew away from her reachand the bullets catch in her teethLife goes on, it gets so heavyThe wheel breaks the butterflyEvery tear a waterfallIn the night the stormy night she'll close her eyesIn the night the stormy night away she'd fly
In between maturity and childhood I found myself in a trouble of separation, where dreams and expectations seem away from the reality of hurt and facts. I feel the push and pulling from me towards the world and vice versa.
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