My hand drags across an empty paper feeling, not seeing my eyes are perfect and untouched I’d prefer to stay blind I see the world just how it is and wish to get away forever I see the ¨fun¨ the ¨cool¨ the ¨good¨ I know what they don't see, or should I see the dark places ones no one bothers to notice I see the birds, the cats, the fish and know, I'd rather lose all focus on dreams and life and in-between ‘cause nothing is how we want it to seem.