Why do we say goodbyes?
If our hearts are ten steps behind us?
Why do we feel so empty?
'cause we're finally free,
But sadly so lonely
I am not gonna be
Something you'd like to see
Things that scare you do not scare me
I am always gonna be
Someone with pure dreams
Having dreams is not childish for me
And I want to live
With no need
Of being someone in your eyes
And I want to breathe
With no need
Of being someone who I'm not
What would you say,
Living in a perfect world
With waterfalls, trees
And anything you'd like to see?