be the air
The one with hidden voices. The one that mind can’t be spoken. Setting a line, a grid for something called life. Never was easy, since I too crossed to many lines before. Never did I know how to be a better person, never do I know how to make people happier, never I were free from guilt. For someone who thinks things are better written, not spoken, it is so hard to express feelings. Second by second it feels like hell, waiting for the angel to come save my soul. Either heaven or hell, I’m never sure where I belong to. Thought of today, maybe not be the same as tomorrow or yesterday, but this soul needs an escape from humanity for goodness sake. Shall this soul perishes and be the air everyone needs.