my heart skips a bit
it feels like a bird in a cage
when it comes to them
i am counting no age
and i'll never stop to care
even when i'm not able to think
when it comes to them
i'm not able to sink
their eyes speak with fire
their minds speak with dreams
my friends aren't liars
i believe, i believe
i wouldn't mean something
they're my special needs
my friends aren't liars
at least that's how it seems
my hands are trembling
glimpse of summer in my head
the void in my ribcage
cemented by their hands
i can't imagine myself
without their voices and laughters
when it comes to them
i'm not able to suffer
their eyes speak with fire
their minds speak with dreams
my friends aren't liars
at least that's how it seems