This is how the story begin,
it's ended right when it's started, again.
Uncounted actions that fail,
wish the moon to go away and sail.
How impossible, they said,
when the time know where they should run,
instead of always being fade,
and then I run, try to catch up the fun.
No worries, tear that drips,
will go as long as the magic's come.
It comes, it goes, it flips,
when you know, you couldn't calm.
Y o u r m i n d . . .
Messed up, messed up,
tryin' to jump, high up to the sky,
reach out something that possible, o' please don't cry,