Bring back to bring it down
Seeing Doom coming in my away
Believing the storm shall pass
Ask yourself if is that what u want

Cause when i close my eyes
I´m really not screeving nankin on screen
Things aren´t what they´re painted to be
I´m trying but i cant see how to tell you this

Weep out your tears
Bleed out your fears
And Believe that life isn´t right ...


Isn´t paint how it should be
But u Are drowing uor fate


There are of trades to go , choices to do and then grow old