Hanging on a wall

it's a sign of what it was,

a portrait of your past existence.

An old rusty nail, a shadow on the wallpaper, the trace of a better option discarded.

Hunting feelings there

But never so sincere

To fill our void with somebody else

Once a good man said: You're what you do not what you say

All the things you've done and you'll make.

And since that i'm not hearing

The words you think

Don't you come with me?

Things you're gonna see

If you're getting in

You'll be taken to that moment we felt:

Will you be the only one that i care?