This life is not a MovieAnd sometimes, I forget that

Find me in wordsThat has not been writtenIn songs,Yet to be sungIn an empty sea,Or the brightest moonOr the gloomiest sunBecause yeu will not find meLike yeu find other peopleI paint my soul in dreamsI live for the person i have never beenThough life is quite simpleWhen yeu want to understand it simplyI am hereWaiting for doors to open in the skyI am hereWaiting for doors to open in the sky

Anything beautiful now was just a thought yesterday.

Those who believe in it are the ones who find it

Those who believe in it are the ones who find it.

It's easy to believe in someone else, the hard part to believe in urself