We found a room with a window
To keep out the rain
We share this room with a chair
To take a rest
Every picture is placed and every clock is stay
Time will not add colors and all the things are gray
Tell me  What is real
Future or those past days
What is next to you
Past or those coming days
I can't change for you
But new pages will do
So draw for the red lines in your book
Let the story continue
Then I'm fading in your eyes
Write the story of yourself
Then I'm leaving from your life
You know life is worth reading
But I'm not always your best memory
You feed me with all your food
Till I become the monster eats you
You know life is worth reading  But I'm not always your best memory

You feed me with all your food Till I become the monster eats you
What is real and next to you
Future or those past days
Past or those coming days
What is real and next to you
Future or those past days
Past or those coming days
What is real and next to you
Future or those past days
Past or those coming days
What is real and next to you
Future or those past days
Past or those coming days