I want to dance in the rain.
Forget the shame.
This life is like a game.
And I’m the only one who doesn’t play.
So what if I find my shooting star?
Would it keep me from falling apart?
I think I need my lost heart.
But I can’t find it so I guess I’ll just gaze at the city line from afar.
I want to break free from these chains.
But I can’t figure out this game.
What is it like to be truly free?
If only I could see.
And as I wait to bloom into the person I’ve always wanted to be.
I’ll try to appreciate the scenery, as I try to believe there’s still hope for me.