On the back of your notebooks,
Lies a different world,
Lyrics to songs that you don't know,
Doodling and crap stuff,
They say your waste can be
Treasure to some one new,
And I....I think I could have discovered different views.
My mind doesn't want to know that you'll be gone some day,
Eyes close, breath takes a different pace,
But I'll regret thinking about you day to day,
And nights will be spent in forgetting you in different ways,
And no more love songs will be ice,
Because I don't feel much then,
But all  I'll remember that you gave me happy days,
And there might be things that won't change for me now,
But I can learn to live with memories on my gates.

I was born to be something big,
I was born to fly,
I was born to look into the world,
With the sweetest smile.

I was born to defeat insecurities,
I was born to win,
I was born to be in reality,
And yet love my own world.

I was born to be what  I want,
I was born to be an optimist,
I was born to be proud as  I am,
I was born to think.

And yet even if I was born for all this,
I was also born with some flaws,
But that does not make me weak,
They are the arts of my own.

If I could describe him in one word,
He was Crazy,
But if I was to describe "him" crazy,
I would end up blushing