run dry
days pass-by & as i get near the finish line
the road simply gets darker and narrower
and now little by little i can't see the way
it's also getting difficult to make any move
i'm afraid to get hurt, to stumble and to fall
how i wish i could fly and turn back the time
where my childish thoughts are never gone by
no THESIS, no HASSLE, no LOVE PROBLEM
only playmates, daydreams and dirty hands
...
....
.....
i wish everything in my mind will soon be fine
let be my guiding star and keep close to my side
so i could reach safe to the FINISH LINE. ^___^
