next stop

I found myself throwing away a lot of objects, a lot of stuff which I carried around for a long time

I used to be that type of sick person who keeps even little bus tickets, in memory of some day... but I decided I don't want to be that kind of person anymore. I threw away all that mess, what counts I carry with me in my mind, in my eyes, in my tummy

I don't need a ticket to remind me of that beautiful day we spent together

I just need to be light, to open my wings and fly

I wanna remember things only because I am sitting with a friend, recalling the good times

then we can remember together how beautiful our Life has been so far

I don't want an empty ticket in my hands, reminding me only that I am far away from everyone and everything I love

I wanna be on that bus with u. Look outisde the window, I am getting on ur bus at the next stop.