All the trees,
that we do not climb,
bridges we cross in our mind,
who are we fooling when we cry.
When she says everything is fine,
over her head,
clouds that looks like mines,
Oh why can't she wish for brighter skies.
All the speeches you make in your head,
all the worries that you never said,
wrote in fireworks,
kept inside waiting for a light
All the roads that you never take,
all you know but never suspect,