there is a guy,
he is tall an dark.
whan you look at him your heart jumps.
there is a girl.
sometimes she feel so small,
and without control.
shadow and emptiness in her heart,
and a feeling of lonlyness inside.
it's world war three
and the year is tomorrow.
disester is in the air,
and all is in sorrow.
looking inside doesnt make us feel a thing,
all shaken, all is hurt.
hoping, waiting, never forget
the girl that you saw is now wounded or dead.
but you dont cry and you dont feel,
and you know that it's world war three
and the year is now.
disaster is in the air,
but you dont know when and why.
the pride that was once,
now it's broken.
you feel all lost, demons all around you.
but than the light in your eyes is brighter
and your heart is fainally warm.
and it's world war three
and the year is never.
never happend, never was,
and all forgotten and all is lost.