wealth made me discover that you and I were not meant to be, young
we sung Shakespeare words in our ears and let the sky fall with promises yet the night shooting star had you stealing all wishes
I wished for you and I
and you wished for all expensive jewels
cause you never saw the worth of us on a perfect
picture in the future yet we sung insane songs that enabled our heart to meet, our mind lost deep in a cave of our own emotions.
yet that was our childhood
now time has played its own hood, the devil has stolen the wishing star and left me behind with regrets, you walked in wealth and left me at length to discover myself in tears.
wealth made me discover that we were not meant to be.