Real living is bad living, 
ain't forgiving, is living without care. 
  
When you embrace the heart, 
your touch plays a different part. 
Making me believe, 
in a life, without you near me.  
  
When you are so far, you can't crawl back. 
Just look inside your heart and see.
All you once left behind, 
is now living in a dream. 
  
You will find me, a real me. 
Just see me, how I fill your dreams. 
  
Fighting yourself into freedom. 
All you need is trust in life. 
The wurst thing can change.
Like the way you changed for me. 
  
Call it friendship, a helping hand.
If you need someone to lean on,
look back in the heart.