hating who i am
dreaming who i could be
sitting still
with eyes close and mind open
wondering if its too late
to start being who i want to be

I'm trapped in this glass prison
I'm stuck with this trapped freedom
my thoughts now behind the bars
my body full of shallow scars

lonely nights
city lights
empty streets
and starstruck sights

feeling nostalgic
for the good old times
getting comfortable with this sadness
somewhere along the line
the mind hurts
the heart aches
the promises lay broken
all being part of the
battles we've chosen
these sufferings and battles
fought by everyone each day
without knowing
if they'll even get to surf
the next wave
these battles however
leave scars behind
the ones that make us
nostalgic
of the lost time
these scars are not
storytellers of ruin
but of what
lays deep within
and what lays deep within
is not ugly or broken
it's more or less
like a token
a token of something
beautiful, wild, crazy and free
it's a token of
what we've become
and all that
we've yet to be

dark sky
heavy rain
whispering streets
and tired sheets
my mind weeps
for it stayed up
reminiscing to the moon
and as i blinked
the sun came up
it said time's over
to stay in the moonlight
now's the moment
to shine with the sun bright
I express my gratitude
for the moments we shared,
me and the night sky
but it's time now
to say goodbye
and not be afraid
of the sunshine feel
for it feels good
to feel like I'm finally healed

trapped in these four walls
still have the whole world in front of me
sitting on the window pane
writing my thoughts out
full of vain
now with no people
to hold onto
and no memories
to look back to
with no promises to fulfill
and no expectations to meet
with no dreams to dream
and no hearts to please
we let go
we let grow
we aren't pretending no more

this bright moon
these twinkling stars
remind me
of the past
who we were
who we are
no feelings we share
none's feelings we spare
we jump and duck and avoid and escape
we push away all who care
then we complain
there's none by our side
then we complain
there's no good in our life
then we display our naked thoughts
now being proud of nothing to hide
realising too much has been taken for granted
too much time has gone
too much has been forgotten
we've missed too much
not to end up alone