Though farfetched, I want to prove who I am. But I’m too sore should I discover that I’m desperate. Having always been wrapped-up in things I couldn’t win...
Maybe in a different life I can be seen standing on my own again. Where I can look you in the eye...when I want you to notice, like I am anyone worthy...
Here, I know I’m carried on a drifters song and not real, so I can not close my eyes long enough to concentrate.
I wished for it never to end...it’s the best I’ll ever be...your imagination.