You play with fire
when you say to yourself "I am free"
a freedom faked by the wish to survive everyday
to keep a hard skin
that the sharp words won't ever get in
you wish to come back, to your five years old playing times
to ease your life and clear your head
times when your wounds were from falling from trees

don't wait for the night
to say what is in your mind
there may be not another day
so open your mind for me

you play with fire
when you hold all your secrets to you
a bomb of feelings
waiting the final clock noise to explode
you wanna tell someone
but there's no one that you really trust
you're not a believer
but you raise your hands and start to pray
to a god who is suposed to clear doubts
and ease pains
you close down your eyes
waiting for something to happen at all

don't wait for the night
to say what is in your mind
there may be not another day
so open your mind for me

don't break the mirrors you have in your room
as a one wise old guy told me once
"we were not born to be monsters
we believe in bad people
because the good ones are hiding
we cry a lost cause
because we can't remember the ones that we won
we don't want our future because
we don't want to learn from our the past