Anemic & Sweet

Some day i'll [bad word] so might
I could reach the sky
Even clouds would be part of me
I will sing out loud but u wont hear me then

Tickling the fire
And fly
Butterflies first time
Reminiscing the signs
That were given at night

Leaving them forsaken
Now's your turn to be gone, to be gone
It seems to be we are carried forward on the wings of destiny

Void is all they've got
Even less
What is there to say [bad word] the words
Never been there before i ll take the first step
I'm gonna working on it hard