Every life has to grow
Everyone comes to a stage where they have to see the world for themselves
Is it my turn now?
It does not feel the way I thought it would
Is it my broken heart,
or is it my twisted mind?
I lost myself in the middle of people and stuffs
This world is just too big and I am too small
Reality, it is too bitter, it disheartens...
Reality, it is no friend of mine
My consoler, where have you gone?
Days feel like Mournday, Tues-die, Wept-ns-die, THUS, die, Frightday, Sad-turday
...
I fear life to my death
feels like quitting, but I dare not
can I just fly far?
I'd like to fly far, far far away from here
