I can hear the silence in every encounter with butterflies.
But my mind try to control the pain that im keeping inside.
Im holding on till I survive this reality.
That im a prisoner of my own.
That mortality isnt the reason why I live like unknown.
Im not holy the ghost starin at me.
And I cant scream to the stars to pick me up.
I am blinded by the night.
I am nothing so I pass out.
Hoping if I close my eyes someone will wake me up.
Because if I die now will these lakes cry and mountains will move from here to my grave.
Reality help me to find the truth of who I am.
Im in so much suffering.
Everytime I search for a new home I ended up broken.
Im not afraid to fall and for the rest of my life ill find myself in an endless road and an empty room.