I understand that the road has been turning back time
Presence of youth wants presence pace
I do not know when we are
Once it has been lost in a happy teenager with the youth under her belt running out of the road let me choose
We have our streetlight and you are my everything
I dont want to give up on the way there
You are my all
I want to see you on the road and your sadness
I want to see you so melancholy
I want to see your happiness