Dreams

Am I still on the right track?

Am I still breathing?

Do I still have a pulse?

My head is in the clouds

Everything in my mind is a magic moment

I need to look at the big picture

Getting real

But I don’t want to lose my imagination

And become a puppet

They take me for granted

They take me for granted

I told you not to run with me

And now you are hurt

They take me for granted

They don’t know how sharp I can be

How I can cut through tougher

They take me for granted

Busy Town

This is a busy town,

Where the ciaos seems to harmonize.

Their happiness is the melody,

And their suffering the bass line.

And we are all dancing to this song, everyday.

Insane *Thought*

An insane asylum run by the insane. Ironic, isn't it?

What would you do for the one you Love?

What would you do for the one you love?
Would you commit the greatest crime?
Would you destroy the greatest sin?
Would you spend your last days in a cold jail for you one you love?
No? Me nether...