the starts are passing by
while we lay down
and think
about thoughts
about everything
every little stupid thing we've done
Was It really worth it
to be alive
to wanna die
and never did
to the things we can't say
to the dreams that fly away
from us
lonely we are
like the mountains
that strongly stand
on the edge of the universe
ignoring the mess
of humans
of life
of everything.
