Perhaps to something wonderful
In these times when you can’t let every little thing get you down
The good times are over right away and the hard times feel longer
We spend our lives in a horrible relativity theory
I look up at the sky and watch the broken clouds drifting slowly
They’re like the person I was once, searching for your voice
I’ve decided not to say goodbye, even if this is then end
Even I myself cannot take away my hope and my heart
When the day ends, before I go to sleep, I think “Will I be able to see you tomorrow?”
I know it’s impossible, but nobody can take away
The very centre of my heart where love lives
So, so that I can greet tomorrow with a smile
The fluffy broken clouds drift away with my depression
Someone else is probably thinking “They’re like me...” about those same clouds