Sometime I would like to reach you, but it feels like I can’t
The only thing I see, isn’t really who you are anymore, just pieces of who you where…
So I travel to the past, 26 years ago from today…
And îam trying to finish the puzzle of memories, like I would die tomorrow, cause maybe I will
But as the picture, the closer I get, the more blurred you become to me
How was it to laugh ? What’s behind these eyes ?
What’s wrong with me ?
