As the days grow sleepy and the nights grow,I anger
The wind begins to caress my deepest wish
To be someone more graceful and also stronger
I laugh,who am I and the world to kid
Though stones try to block my new mind
My old,true self starts to vanish in the darkness
I became the devil's new find
Falling victim to anger and impatience's seductiveness
Words stop flying from my mouth and start falling
And my heart brings my mind the the abyss
It seems like pain and insomnia is always calling
Is there any possible way to stop this
Tell me,am I that vulnerable?
That my mind,body, and soul gets stuck in the mud
When I feel like all of me should be favorable
Or is it that it's too hard what I'm trying
I want to become one with extremely good music
To be at the highest level of its gymnastics
I guess it's only another way to make me tick
Of how much I desire to be the new classic