You're so sweet, I want to carry you around,
Shrink ya, place you in my pocket...
You can whisper little stories to me 'cause you're a great writer,
From my jacket pocket you can get all the inspiration you need!
Now all I have to do is shrink you, get you a little pad of paper and a little pen, oh and then...
You'll be my pocket sized writer..

Where are you hiding?
Come out from your shell
I've been ringing the bell, but you refuse to open your door politely,
Finally you answer my call..
I've been waiting half an hour, outside your window,
I didn't have anywhere else to go, so let me in!

Have you ever finished something without ever starting it?
I just did.

I've always known a path would appear before my running feet,
Though somehow I swear, I'm running on air,
No roads, no blocks nor streets.
And I look back as I'm moving ahead and I see, a path appearing right behind me,
In truth we all must build our roads as we go,
Choices may change, and change is something we all know,
Although we've lived and learned our patterned ways...

I don't know what to think anymore,
I don't know what to believe anymore,
I don't know how to perceive anything... Anymore.
I don't know what I see
I don't know what you're telling me
I can't draw a straight line
I can't tell what's mine... Anymore.
Nothing's yours.... Nothing's mine
We're all stranded, in this point of time.

It's so weird beyond repair,
And I don't even care anymore,
I'm closing the door,
It's so strange, and I don't think it's gonna change any time soon,
So I'm inflating a balloon, so I can fly away,
Seems like the sanest option in the world!
You must know by now, I don't take destructive criticism well,
You probably can tell by the way I leave
And I know I should sit and think but I would rather flee
I wouldn't recommend you to deal with me,
I'd rather rhyme than make a sensible song... I may be wrong.. So long!

Not gonna change my ways ,
Not gonna be well behaved for you,
If I'm gonna change it's gonna be for me, and myself,
Does that sound stuck up? Do you think I need help?
Well behaved women rarely make history,
And one mans gibberish is another mans philosophy...