Where do i live?
Where do i base my reality from?
Am i in love with a fictional character
yearning to hear your voice
dying to know more
what did i love
if i am filled with ignorance
jealous of  those that know
Will i ever be able to swim in your eyes
Will i ever be able to say hi
if my ego would die
i 'd buy your attention
i live in a fiction
i wish i can try
i am simply a stranger
with a memory recorder
of every encounter
seeing everything as a sign
deep inside i know i am just blind
feeding myself sweet lies
they get me high
i live in the clouds
drifting far away from the burning  light
the sun will one day shine
melt me down
to the ground
i will still be found
if it was ever bound
if i still did not drown
i will then be crowned
enjoying the sounds
that i always dreamed to hear