The wind brushes through your hair

what is coloured.

It's like a mask you wear

so others will think

that's the real you.

What do you want to change?

What do you want to hide?

Why are you scared?

Why do you care?

I said I can help you,

but you're the one

helping me instead.

All the times I was angry,

all the times I was lost,

all the times I wasn't me,

you helped me find

my way back again.

So even trough

the distance we have,

between me and you,

can I just call you?

Can I just write?

Can I just tell you,

what happened this time?

What made me happy,

what made me sad,

what made me cry,

and what made me laugh.

Think about the time,

you were still by my side.

Can I call you?

If not then write?

I just want to reach you,

I don't want to die.

I want to be with you.

Just like last time,

when you still were

here by my side.