Who do we want to be?
We the night falls
And we dream
Who do we still want to be?
When we become impenetrable
What do we do for acceptance
When we deserve to be loved
Whom did we really wanted to be?
When we were just immature kids
Immune to the world
Dreaming to become something out of the ordinary.
What did we became?
In the hands of whom?
When our paintings weren't hanged on the frigde
What held us back?
We are just some lost kids with a home
A home of four walls
And what will people say?
When they don't like what we do?
Maybe together we can be alone
