I want to shut my ears to all the voices, except for one, the voice of insanity, because to me, right now, sanity doesn't make any kinda sense.
I trace the white spots splattered on the plain blue background. They can be horses,hearts,dragons,lovers, but at the end they are all clouds. I want to know how they feel, i always imagined them like cotton candy, perhaps because they look alike.
I wanna decode the mystery of me, I always wanted to do so, but whenever I try, I find myself drowning in an ocean with no bottom, and every time I think I found a shore, I sink even more. Isn't that ironic, with your eyes you can see everybody, but it takes another pair of eyes to see you.
How I wish to see myself! I want to have a third invisible eye maybe. Not just that, I want to be a mind-reader, but I can't, I know I can't. These are not the only things I'll never be able to do, there's another dozen.
For one day I want to be under somebody's skin, see the world through his eyes, hear it through his ears, and feel it through his heart. Will it be the same? Perhaps my vision will be altered, maybe each and every one of us sees different colors, yet we all think we are the same. I guess I'll never know.
When I walk in the street, I pass tens and tens of people by; to me they are just passers by, as I am to them. Beyond all that, they are....... they have, stories of joy and misery, of happiness and pain, like me. I want to learn their stories; I want to see through them.
I want my life to have theme songs that fit every situation. It'll make it feel more like a movie. i want my life to be a movie, but it'll not do it justice. How are fourteen years gonna be shrunk to two hours?!
Oh, now i know what I am. I'm not an ocean. I have hundreds of beautiful, shiny colors spread all over me, but when someone gets closer to touch them, I fly away, nobody must know how fragile I can be. I am the wings of the butterfly.
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
'cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction
Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Don't need no road
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles
But now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify,
A broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on
To them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not
We are just
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
And we should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles