Lost in Amsterdam

Let's run away. Take my hand and let's run away. Away from all the empty promises. Away from the broken hearts and crying nights. Away from the rules and politics. Away from everything we were told to be. Away from this ruined world. Away from all the lost memories. Let's run away. Night gets colder as we're sitting on the roof top. I wrap my arm around your shoulder. You are my favourite place. People are always so involved in their own problems. They never get to see the bigger picture. People take the simplest things in life for granted. A kiss. A hug. A moment. People die. But how can they die if they never truly lived? Take away that money. Take away those cars. Take away your wealth and all of your expensive clothes. Life is a journey and we are missing it. I look at you. Our eyes meet. I softly press my lips against your forehead. I'm lucky. It's getting late but we are still here. Because in life nothing matters but love. No one matters but you. But