I wish I could write.
But nothing's going right
I have to touch the sky
I have to arrange myself again

Sometimes insights cross my mind
They are so thick and deep
I can't digest them sometimes
It hurts to be back at square one
At 13, when my world stopped
And I got off it. Got off from me.

It's scary to walk down
the alleys of borrowed thoughts
(that's what it was)
Yet something mine was there,
all the ******* time
It's scary, I feel shocked
But now, I know
I can't speak the whole...
because I am overcome

And I heard her speech
but she didn't really help me.
I need my angels and my demons
to work but never be summoned
We live well this way

Do I connect things which
really have nothing to do with
Jumbling, collecting, scrambling
my thoughts today, in a cloud of restlessness
Unenlightened mist...and a bit of fear

And here's the irony - I did it again
Life, laugh at me
I do not care as long
as I get your cheap thrills.