Fogged glass

When shooting stars are not enough
leaves start falling being swept away by your inner solitude.

And no one knows what´s in your heart, they only see a facade.

When shiny skies are not enough,
you spiral down from the tip you thought you rose.

and you try looking for the moon at plain daylight, but shes nowhere to be found, you wind up grinded, alone.
I´ve become peacefully numbed by the emptiness created by my not succed dreams
wanting less and less, just waiting.. for you.