They think Im lazy,
They say Im boring,
They think Im tired,
but the truth is that I have no places to go.
My only escape is sleep or a movie.
For awhile I can forget everything and be someone else.

She is sitting in the classroom, staring outside the window and daydreaming.

She is thinking about how the rain is.

Rain doesnt make a sound until it hits the ground.

She is thinking that maybe all the angles in heaven is crying when its rain.

Every creature is beautiful in its own way.
Like a beautiful rose or a daisy.
Both are beautiful, but in different way.
Therefor its just nonsense if we have one type who is marked as beautiful
You are beautiful in your own way.

My soul is trapped.
I don''t get out.
I have tried too scream, but I have no voice.
I will be crazy soon.

My soul is trapped behind the shadow of freedom.
Im thinking "Just a little more, just a little more time".
I can't take it anymore, all the voices in my head gets too loud and I burst into tears.

In the darkest room, farest away, is a girls soul, it screams and hitting the walls, but no one can hear her.

The question is, what will happened when she release?

It is a girl, sad and afraid.
She screams as high she can, but no one can hear.
She is trapped , no one will listen.
She want it too end, she want to have a choice.
The problem is, she have no voice.
So no one will hear her pain.
At least never again.

When everybody loose hope on you,
you are confronted
with the person you look in the mirror.
You have no other choice
than believe in yourself
and prove the others wrong.
You shall climb at the top of the mountain,
and look down on every achievements.

She is trying to hide it.
Every laugh she makes, every smile she give is just a show.
Behind the curtains, she is sad.
She have to hide it, if not people will think that she's weak.
So she hold on too the pain, and keep going.
Every step is like stepping on crushed glass.
It hurts, but she has to hide it.

They say Im lost in dreamworld.
I would say they are too busy too think big.
I have dreams, you have the reality.
I would not trade it.
I will dream and then pursue them.
So you can laugh now but,
you will see one day that Im not that crazy....

Your name is the last thing i think of at night.

Your name is the first thing on my lips in the morning.

I wish you could be mine, just one last time.

How the hell can you say that you know me, or how I feel.

Last time I checked you weren't me, you haven't got through all the walls I have burst down.

So don't come here to me and say that you know how I am.

Some have guns, some have beauty and someone have a voice.

Im gonna use my brain next time we take up our weapon

Everyday she takes on the mask.

She pretend to be something, just so she can fit in.

When she comes home, she takes of the mask in the mirror, and keep question herself about who she is.

If we weren't so judgemental we would have get too know so many souls, you cant even know.

What if we some of us, is just souls too help the human we get too know in this life.

I know its a crazy idea, but who knows everything about this life.