// Years from now...

....

What will I be years from now

What will I wear, how will I look

I think too much, I think too much

Sometimes it is scary over thinking

What you have or haven't done

You think too much, you think too much

Will the rain smell the same

Will our loosing treacherous game

And the star much shine

The colours seem so blurry

Will I end up all alone

Without a shoulder to cry on

What will I be years from now

I have answered them but none have answered me

And when my time has come

I hope my last seconds in this life will have you

Will have you

Will the rain smell the same

Will our loosing treacherous game

And neglect most people who

Seems so worthy