Original version.

If I could talk to you,

I don’t know what I’d say,

i don’t know what I’d do.

Maybe i would runaway,

probably you’d do it too.

Still thinking about you sometimes,

I know it’s wrong

All my crimes.

I’ve ruined it,

tou and me,

Now I can see,

What I can

And cannot be.

Sure, from this, I want to break free.

Yes, If I could talk to you,

as you could listen to me,

so utopian…

This is why I write this poetry,

the dream I carry.

For the rewst we’re lost into apathy

And madness

With all its anarchy.