Thoughts hang in the air
Waiting to be noticed
What if they had a voice?
Would they finally be heard?

Someone asks me how I feel
I cant seem to put them into words
They're so high up
I can't seem to remember what those thoughts were

Who or what I used to be
Before those thoughts flew away
I'm just a canvas
A mere reflection

A blank canvas ready to be painted upon
Because my own color is gone

My brother once told me something
Nobody dies without regrets
Our regrets pass along with us
Nobody ever dies a proper death

My mother once told me
Die a proper death
Venture life with no regrets
So when its time to go
No regrets are left

My sister told me
We only have one life
Let your rebellious will
Run Free
And let the child in you
Run Free

I was once told
Life isnt worth it
Life’s a mess
But that doesn't mean
We cant die a proper death