Real living is bad living,

ain't forgiving, is living without care.



When you embrace the heart,

your touch plays a different part.

Making me believe,

in a life, without you near me.



When you are so far, you can't crawl back.

Just look inside your heart and see.

All you once left behind,

is now living in a dream.



You will find me, a real me.

Just see me, how I fill your dreams.



Fighting yourself into freedom.

All you need is trust in life.

The wurst thing can change.

Like the way you changed for me.



Call it friendship, a helping hand.

If you need someone to lean on,

look back in the heart.



© Tangarine