ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL Oh, oh, oh, oh... There I am, sitting on the floor of my room, with my hand against the wall, watching the time go by... I relive my very first day at school, I don't know if I'm thinking of the future, or if the past has come back to find me. And for a moment, I close my eyes, and I'm that little boy again, with so many dreams inside my heart, not knowing what life would bring. Ah, ah, ah... I miss those days... On the other side of the wall, there's a grown man sitting alone, reliving all his childhood days, remembering his friends, and the dreams he left along the way... And he remembers his first love, that feeling so beautiful, the one he thought would last forever, but time carried it away. He takes his phone into his hands and starts looking at his old pictures, his childhood posts, his words, his dreams, and he smiles all alone... Ah, ah, ah... I miss those days... Ah, ah, ah... I miss that time... When I still believed the whole world could fit inside my dreams... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Maybe that little boy is still here, on the other side of the wall, waiting for me to come back and find him. And maybe growing up doesn't mean forgetting, maybe it means learning how to carry that little boy inside of us. Ah, ah, ah... I miss those days... Ah, ah, ah... I miss who I was... Oh, oh, oh... On the other side of the wall...