• Not all the glitters is gold,
    not all matters are true to hold.

    Laughing and crying seem the same to me,
    the same adrenaline rush as a cat in a tree.

    Memories flourish and lies spread,
    but in the end were all dead.

    Life doesn't live as long as we thought,
    maybe its best if we all just forgot.

    So hold your breath and count to three,
    because in the end you're just a cat in a tree.