3 acessos
the distance grows between reality and the dream
that once seemed like destiny
too old to dream so much but too young to give it up
is this how it was meant to be
is this enough can we keep it up
sometimes its hard to recall what's brought us through it all
the business grows each day and brothers move away
familiar feelings fade
gaining more but feeling less it's medeocrity at best
and no one's getting paid