The facade crumbles when the void
                                 runs a little too deep,
                               We're a never-ending road with our
                                                heart and our
                                           mind       in separate time zones.
                                         I can't help
                                         that I love the "best";
                                 I don't have time for less. Amateur
                  hour is almost over- but you can't leave like all
                                                                                      the rest...
                                                               In a former lifetime I blew all my
                                                                   kisses to the wind
                                                                so they'd come and keep me
                                                                                    company in
                                                                                             this one,
                                                 a cocooned farewell to
                                                         stagnant metamorphosis. These wings
                                                                  are
                                                                    greeting me
                                                                                       and
                                                                                             I've chosen the sky....