And I couldn’t even dare
Allow myself to feel scared.
I guess because I really care
I don’t think I would be spared
Of a feeling of despair.
Is there anyone out there?
Should I be leaving on a boat?
Despite wanting to voice a note,
I feel a hand right in my throat,
That one I thought was now remote
But I don’t think this is the same.
This time it came from my own hand.
The only thing I can now claim
Allow myself to feel scared.
I guess because I really care
I don’t think I would be spared
Of a feeling of despair.
Is there anyone out there?
Should I be leaving on a boat?
Despite wanting to voice a note,
I feel a hand right in my throat,
That one I thought was now remote
But I don’t think this is the same.
This time it came from my own hand.
The only thing I can now claim
Is that I am the one to blame.
Although today I feel just pain,
Even a little bit insane,
And it’s too late to feel ashamed,
I swear I won’t forget my name.
I just miss the sparrows singing,
All the colors and daydreaming,
That they were always bringing.
But they were already leaving,
Even after I've started believing,
That all I needed was that feeling.
And now I’m left wondering why...
I don’t regret it, wanna still try
To spread my wings and take a flight,
To feel the wind and reach the sky.
Please tell me it wouldn’t be a lie
To say that even a butterfly,
Traveling across the currents of time,
Could find a way to go that high.
Did I become too defenseless?
Didn't want to be too relentless.
Even wrote a poem called “Endless”.
I kept going on and on, writing sentences.
But now they feel a bit senseless...
I also think I should be grateful
That I felt things that made me playful.
Don’t wanna ruin it being hateful.
It would be wasteful, even disgraceful.
Now I’m feeling a bit more glad,
Despite also being sad.
Although sometimes I feel a dread,
And not much should be said,
Maybe it wasn’t all that bad,
My creations were well-fed.
I wanna write what's in my head,
But should avoid being too direct.
Don’t wanna fall into a trap
For posting things on the internet.
Although this looks like a mess,
It’s just me trying to process.
Not knowing can make me stressed.
Not proud of that, I should confess.
While the dark still makes me scared,
I love the night, the moonlight’s flares.
There's nothing else to be compared.
It brings a feeling that is rare...
Although today I feel just pain,
Even a little bit insane,
And it’s too late to feel ashamed,
I swear I won’t forget my name.
I just miss the sparrows singing,
All the colors and daydreaming,
That they were always bringing.
But they were already leaving,
Even after I've started believing,
That all I needed was that feeling.
And now I’m left wondering why...
I don’t regret it, wanna still try
To spread my wings and take a flight,
To feel the wind and reach the sky.
Please tell me it wouldn’t be a lie
To say that even a butterfly,
Traveling across the currents of time,
Could find a way to go that high.
Did I become too defenseless?
Didn't want to be too relentless.
Even wrote a poem called “Endless”.
I kept going on and on, writing sentences.
But now they feel a bit senseless...
I also think I should be grateful
That I felt things that made me playful.
Don’t wanna ruin it being hateful.
It would be wasteful, even disgraceful.
Now I’m feeling a bit more glad,
Despite also being sad.
Although sometimes I feel a dread,
And not much should be said,
Maybe it wasn’t all that bad,
My creations were well-fed.
I wanna write what's in my head,
But should avoid being too direct.
Don’t wanna fall into a trap
For posting things on the internet.
Although this looks like a mess,
It’s just me trying to process.
Not knowing can make me stressed.
Not proud of that, I should confess.
While the dark still makes me scared,
I love the night, the moonlight’s flares.
There's nothing else to be compared.
It brings a feeling that is rare...
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