It doesn't matter where we take this road.

Sometimes, I wished things would be easier.

People say it's best to enjoy this part right here.

I just can't.

I'm too afraid.

I can't put myself into this.

Then, why is it bothering me so much?

Would you bring me away from this town one day?
And escape reality for a bit.
From my reality. From your reality.
When we could walk on and on,
talking about all the different things we see.
And laugh about absolutely nothing.

I'm sorry I can't show you my dream, dear.
Cuz I can't remember where I lost it.
But maybe, just maybe.
I could show you
the demons of my past which I've never mentioned of.

Of what has become of me.