Seconds seem like days,
minutes seem like months...

Soon the time will come,
When we will say our goodbyes...

Why do we stand for this political crap?
Why do we entertain the thought of war...

When I dream.
I see so many things that I want...

Everybody's longing for something.
Physical,material or emotional...

They say she's weird.
They say she's dumb...

Sometimes I feel so lonely,
surrounded by many people around me...

Lost is how I feel,
Confused with no one to help me...

He ripped my heart out like a piece of paper.
Tore it into a million pieces...

They pass us by everyday.
Do we ever see them...

In my Utopia,
It would be made for dreamers...

Your hand in mine,
You are so divine...