Scattered

Here was never empty

Don't have too much worries

Here was never quiet

Can't hear my own stories

Here was never ended

Don't have too much glory

Here's my empty handed

Can feel more much glories

Now here i started to believe

In my stead i guess

You're in my way distress and

Fear is all about your fantasy

In your head disperse

But me instead you guess I'm wrong

I followed you after before

Your sorrow that you had borrow from, for tomorrow

Comes too late

Now here i started to believe

In my stead i guess

You're in my way distress and

Fear is all about your fantasy

In your head dismess

But me instead You guess I'm wrong

Now here i started to believe

In my stead i guess

You're in my way distress and

Fear is all about your fantasy

In your head dismess

But me instead You guess I'm right