It's funny,
how when you read something
and realize that it basically
describes you and is talking
about you
and that there is a person
out there who relates to you,
and yet you still manage
to find a way to convince
yourself that no one
understands you
and you're just being dramatic.
Because this isn't fiction.
It's reality.
But apparently they're pretty similar
Sometimes.

Sometimes it's nice to be lost in your own thoughts.
But I've been lost for to long.

I lay my head
To rest in bed
And wonder
In my little head
Would I be prettier dead?

Sometimes,
I don't know where I'm going
like I'm falling
endlessly

Sometimes,
I can't feel the mourning
of my death
and my dreams

Sometimes,
I dream of being
a sheep
asleep

Sometimes
I have a feeling
like the silence
too short

But tonight
I hope
I will see
A new light

I dream of a leave
that will soon be here
and I will wake up


Sometimes
I don't know where I'm going
lost in the world
of desiring

Sometime
I forget my own knowing
for the sadness
that lives in being

But today
I heard that dream we are
together, singing that song

And maybe
we'll be here for one more
one more moment away

I don't know
What could have been

I don't need to




And sometimes
I will imagine
The life of a dream lived

And perhaps
is time
to let go our lie
and see what is here

And perhaps
we have to
let go of
the sorrow

oh sorrow

Maybe we'll
just let go
together, back to one

and maybe we can
just love
more than what we are




Sometimes
I feel the sorrow
and then
I remember you

Sometimes
I live in tomorrow
and maybe we will
meet again

And perhaps
I will know
how to play this song

And maybe
I will learn
how to love without hurt

And I remember you are here

I know we are




Sometimes,
I go fearlessly
into the void

Sometimes,
I will know
how to lie

Someday,
I will feel
the warmth
of you embrace

but maybe
is too far away