I wonder how it fells like to jump off a cliff,sit on a ledge or free fall from a bridge. When no one really cares, My mind always play the ***** tricks. To envy myself or let my shadow sink in a busted bulb. Where everyone has a light. I am dreaming inside a dark box full of lies There is no help,when we close our mind. Give every sun the chance to shine, the cockroach to fly like a butterfly. Why we always look from the outside without even taking the risk to look inside before we judge. Its not always the cover of the book sometimes its the words on it.