When you get older you start to attach yourself to your thoughts and you
don't let them just pass you by like a butterfly fluttering across the sky.
You hold on and sink.

Well I want to jump on and fly away instead.
What could lead me to mellow sounds and wispy thoughts?

Could it be... That the the answer was in me the whole time.
Could I really do this?

Why not?
What could stop me?
What do I fear?

Why must I let the fear push me away.
Is fear me?
Am I also the one that deems myself to misery

But think whatever you want of me.
In the end it doesn't matter.

Let me live my life and don't interfere.
Don't project your fears onto mine.
Don't live in lies.
Realize that we all really just live in tragedy.

Behind these masks we are all just crumbling inside.
To a few the crumblings do no damage because they are brainless with no
soul.
When yours meet mine I don't see hope, but I wonder how life made you
this way.

What are your fears..?