Let it be

I see fire in the eyes, let it be free through the skin.

I notice desire in the ways, you cannot hide with your typical innoncent being.

Deep dark in your soul, a need is getting stronger, it requires to be fed, you can hold no longer. You need some fresh air, would solve with cold rain.

But you insist to be tortured, it's what the boken value forces.

Chasing the old dream, while the world is changing the scene.

And lives the dissatisfaction, the scape is always ephemeral.

It makes you wanna be better and seems mistakes are no wronger.