don't mind the stitches, i'm okay
i tumbled off my cloud,
i do feel twitches sometimes, but anyway,
i should consider joining the crowd...
i suffer from acrophobia, afraid of heigts,
but in order to feel good
i do get confrontated with my dreams and inner fights
between what i want and what i should
separating my will and theirs
i try to filter dreams
my mind has known already many heirs
but i never stumbled, as it seems
anyway, i have my goals
and i am trying to reach them
i've mixed my desires with my soul
i will finally teach them
cause in my life i have made decisions
i know what i'm capable of
i'm getting tired of all these revisions,
now in search for inescapable love
i tremble as i write my futures,
and as i'm trying to read my past,
i touch my life and all his sutures,
to build up a dream that lasts...