Some people suffer living alone

And feel the emptiness

of a relationship that turned into dust

and some wait for all of their lives

because they're too afraid 

and they let their train go by



and some will never say no

living on the frailty

of never letting go

always hiding behind a mask

and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own 

while others waltz a perfect heart (?)

and a home (?)



It's because you are

Like a filter to me

that i'll see the future brighter

than they'll ever see



And I know you are

All the colors I breathe

You have the pen that's writing down

the fairy tale that pictures 

you and me



Some people suffer poverty

in a love affair

and others like to live their love

in the rain

And some live a million affairs

believing all the time that no one will feel or care

Some people wait

Holding back their faith

Because their wounds will never heal

Made by rumors building hate

Or someone who's in a sin

Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road

While others waltz a perfect heart

and a home



It's because you are

Like a filter to me

that i'll see the future brighter

than they'll ever see



And I know you are

All the colors I breathe

You have the pen that's writing down

the fairy tale that pictures 

you and me



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It's because you are

Like a filter to me

that i'll see the future brighter

than they'll ever see



And I know you are

All the colors I breathe

You have the pen that's writing down

the fairy tale that pictures 

you and me