There was a time
when we used to enjoy playing.
We dreamed together,
we used to share feelings and emotions.
Was it true?
There was a place
where the only ambition
was to build up a passion,
we used to hurt each other.
Was it love?
We get older
and we lose our innocence.
Then we look for somebody
to put the blame on.
A vampire or a victim?
Heaven,
hard to know what it is,
my heart it breaks,
so I keep walking.
Home,
hard to know where it is.
I know it aches,
so I know I’m going.
