Dust in the wind

when the moment comes
and ure gone
theres nothing left behind you but the people who knew you vs. the people who thought they did, those who wouldnt see what u were talking about when you said ´myself´. and those who, for some reason, didnt even try to figure out what was going on.
Im not that plastic-made personality I act everyday. and you are wrong about me.

and after a while, when those people dont even know you once existed; remember that all whats left of you is a piece of dust. so try living. today.


hoy tengo ganas de decir muchas cosas