When everything I say and do
seems wrong, seen through your eyes...

Competing with the competition,
You trip. You fall. You stumble...

Inspire me.
Let me let it all out...

Open up that heart of yours,
Pandora's box, now filled with hope and fear...

Walls like tomatoes,
Shelves of books, I'm wrapped in...

There's no comfort in
the white noise of...

Watercolor secrets,
and carpet stains...

Wade through the
shallows of my head...

Listen to the thump-thump rhythm,
of your sneakers on the pavement...

Fear me;
My gray skies of un-hope...

You are the smoke
billowed in my lungs...

No one else knows what he has. done.
no one else cares what he's begun...