To be a sense of someone’s life is wrong
Paint your own world
Live every day for yourself
Discover something new
Laugh, dream, breathe
Not for someone, but for you
Live your life like there is no tomorrow
Hold on your dreams in your heart
Paint bright this pale world
But don’t let anyone ruin you from inside
To make someone a sense of your life is wrong
At once you can loose it all
You aren’t my sense of life
You don’t mean a world to me
But a part of my heart
My silent dream
Not a sense, but a hope and little wish
The brightest spark of light I dearly cherish
