She was sad and she was torn in November
Through the windows life was slow
Through our eyes we met deep
seas in December
How we wanted them to flow...
And she said she was an escapist
She said she craved for more
She said that truth was relative.
Oh, I don't know
And of all the well-known stories
She told the ones you need
While finding inner strangers
Getting weak at 19
She began to loose her hope in September
And so later on I showed her
An old paper draft I wrote, I remember
When I saw her smile unfold
And she said she liked my poem
And through her I could see
That our world was in synchrony
Oh, I believe
And of everything that's breakable,
Of everything that's strong
There wasn't any place like
Such a mess where we belonged
Oh, I belonged
Nothing was wrong
It was just a bad dream where we belonged
And she said she was a patriot
According to her dreams
She said truth's not so relative
Oh, now I see
And again she told me stories
That time rewrote and changed
While finding inner glory
Getting deeper in the end