Mopo3 Testo

Without a fenceI would´nt have a choice
I will have to run, cause I lost my head today.
These situations, comes and goes
still, I have to run.
Your hands hold nothing, hands holds nothing
just the colours of the past
and your head lies sleeping.
( I keep forgetting why we fought )
Maybe you can´t
give back more than words
and maybe the word is about you.
Below the point, you´re just like me
Somehow indifference woke up
pushed you away
and now you´re gone forever.