talk to me..

Turning around looking for it..

It only seems rain has taken its color away..

Drop by drop drying its consecuences

Step by step forward..

Step by step backwards..

Like living in fairy tale castle.. y believe only in its memories..

Callings for the past..

I hate it.. sick of livin it..

It passed.. then let it go..

But I look for it and I can't find it..

Just can't listen..

Niether know if you're really talkin..

stea