Peter sits with me tonight on the bench out by the lake,
he brought imaginary tea I brought imaginary cake,
We haven´t seen each other since we both were really small and sice then everything has changed and nothing changed at all
You know I didn´t mean to grow up I tell him looking at the ground,
I hope you know all of this was not my choice
and that I´ve always left my window open but fired too many times,
What I´ve heard was not your voice.
Behind the eyes of sleeping children I never land lifts
on, but that is all for me my dear,
for me that world is gone...

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