Real living is bad living. ain't forgiving, is living without care. When you embrace the heart, your touch plays a different part. Making me believe, in a life, without you near me. When you are so far, you can't crawl back. Just look inside your heart and see. All you once left behind, is now living in a dream. You will find me, a real me. Just see me, how I fill your dreams. Fighting yourself into freedom. All you need is trust in life. The wurst thing can change. Like the way you changed for me. Call it friendship, a helping hand. If you need someone to lean on, look back in the heart.