Something that could have been but finally it was not.

Lemme fly, don't cut my wings off.

Cos it means I'm gonna fall down and I'm not ready for that.

Not yet.

And seriously, can anyone tell me what's going on here?

This is insane, how many thoughts are flying around my head?

My mind is a mess.

As far as I can see here is just chaos, agony and overwhelm.

I need to breath.

I just wanna run away from here.

Don't you see this? I feel fucking stuck, it shouldn't go on cos I'm gonna go crazy.

This smell... It actually sucks.

I'm sick of this.

I haven't got a voice to scream, a throat to yell either.

Should I go?

Can anybody hear me? Is anyone there?

I used to think about me, about my life, about my future.

Actually I still do.

It has to stop, it MUST stop.

Sometimes I feel the need of take a suitcase and fill it with illusions, forgetfulness, nostalgia, "Goodbye" and "Welcome".

I'd rather die than to be here all my whole life.

I'm not saying I'm unhappy,

I'm just saying what I need and what I've been dreaming of all this fucking time.

I need a change... I need a fucking change.

Can anyone help me to throw my fears out?

I'm just asking for a new life, I'm just praying for a new road to drive.