There are clouds under the shining Moon,
For me, they look like mountains.

Everyone is better
Here I go, the latter
Their names are painted with gold
As for my story,
It will never be told,

Everyone is brighter,
And they are always higher,
Their pictures are framed
And hang in the hall of fame
That I will never enter.

I wish I could see what they see
I wish I could feel what they feel
I wish I could be proud of myself
Know what they think but can't tell
'Cause I am just a corner behind an old chair.

I feel so alive,
Pumbed up, high,
And then I fall down,
Crash, break, cry.

I take long lonely walks,
In places to where no one comes,
So I can be alone with my sorrow,
I need a new life that I could borrow.

And I try to tell myself to stop thinking,
About unreal scenarios,
,,You need to stop daydreaming!"
You can feel your soul and heart breaking.

I envy those people,
They are living their best lifes,
And I'm here alone,
Still stuck in the past times.

It's only my fault
That I can't get out of this mud
That glues me to one place
It feels like a hell of a long phase, when

I feel so alive,
Pumped up, high,
And then I fall down,
Crash, break, cry.

What You think of Seneca?
I could be Your Lucilius,
Since there are many things I don't know,
Feels and things I don't show.

And every time, You make me wonder,
You're a thief but You never plunder,
Living with a moral compass,
You don't care about what they told us.

Charismatic, magnetic,
Words not enough to describe You,
Time after time I try to,
Not to talk about You.

Not to talk about You,
Not to think about You,
Not to dream about You,
My life not to be about You.

'Cause: "I am not to speak to You, I am to think of You when I sit alone or wake at night alone"
And I have to accept that,
Even if I'm not there yet.

I realized that I can't **** anyone,
Who is not quite alive,
Like the nameless creature,
Made by Victor Frankenstein.

But I could make You disappear,
If I really wanted to,
Countless starless nights,
But I still see the Moon.

With my bad tires, car rides, long drives,
Till' I realized,
That You can't hurt me,
Because I'm not alive.

Blue,
This word is just like glue,
it locks you up then drags you down.