I've been walking on ice,
hair blowing in the wind,
been wild on the road with a shopping cart tion.
Lowered the facade a bit, and allowed myself to scratched my knee by skating.
Because you force me to it, on a good way.
Because you remembered the old me..
The old me, who loved to skate, get dirty, climbing in trees, fight with the boys, get ideas and run the air out of the lungs.
Gone in the past.
I'm totally hypnotized by homeworks, school and grades.
Thank you for believing in me.