Dear Friend

Dear Friend I'm sorry I write you again But I need to talk The issue is love A thing that anybody chatter Where poets become dreamers And nobody gets it And can two people find each other And unconditionally love? Oh dear You gotta answer clear It's something that grieves me A naive don't believes it Oh dear You gotta answer clear It's something that grieves me A naive don't believes it Wherever I look I see cold lights Gathered with cold smiles Why do I have these values? Who says that this is good When cheating is people's field But I can't lie and don't wanna compromise So I'm fucked up So why do I care that much It's something that grieves me A naive don't believes it... (Hey) Oh dear There's something I can't believe I'd like to experiencing it To barely live that dream To trying to beat that fuzz Oh dear You gotta answer clear It's something that grieves me A naive don't believes it Oh, Oh, Oh Oh, Oh, Oh... Na, na na na Na na na, na na na...