i used to be scared
afraid of the dark
fearful of the emptiness
but there came a time
when only the stars
were present
and without knowing
i have grown to love
the stars in the night sky
that i forgot i hated
being awake in the dark

life doesn't make sense at all
one day, it's okay
another day, it's not
life is an enigma somehow

life is like a book
it has a start
an end
but i tell you, it's no easy ride

life makes you insane
makes you think
makes you cry
and that's just a small part of it

and lastly, life is beautiful
it stays an enigma
a question
a mystery
because life has wonderful presents
just for you

walking on the city streets
wet pavements are seen
a rush of air on your face
with a sense of curiosity
going in through buildings
while darkness surrounds them
following the road to the dead end
thinking if this is the end
but then
you know it's not
you knew better
going back where you came from
was the answer
and you knew it too well
you swim with your thoughts
but you understand what's right
same goes with life
when you think it's the end
all you have to do
is follow another path
you never know
until you go for it
it might be something
wonderful for you

I didn't stop
I continued
I carried through
this long and infinite road

I have no idea where I'm going
I don't care whether it's somewhere
good or bad
I just hope I find a place that I like

but sometimes, I find myself
in the middle of nowhere
and in that middle of nowhere
that's where I find comfort

It doesn't matter where you come from
what matters is where you're going
and I'm not lost at all
I'm just on my way

I'm a set of broken pieces;
I am no more than gone.
Nothing but a mess.
Please fire a gun.
Please...
Just let me sleep,
and let me blend
into the darkness of the void.
Leave me there,
and pretend you never cared.
I am fine,
and I will be okay.

Here's to the boy who never had friends
I am sorry
but the world will never understand you
not the way that I do
Here's to the sad girl who stands at the back of every crowd
I am sorry
the world will never see your talents
but I do, I always do
Here's to the artistic man who has the world as his canvas
I am sorry
the world is blind to your colors
But I am not, I see it clearly
Here's to the quiet woman who hurts just to live
I am sorry
but the world is a judgmental place
and I am not
Here's to the oddities out there
I apologize
for the world sees you as different and wrong
but you belong
to your own hearts
you've already found where you belong
long before others even found themselves