I hear them whisper,
they think i'm too young too think this way...

Falling,
slipping on wet pavement...

Today I woke up in insanity.
Just like any other day I suppose...

A murmur, spreading through the crowd,
rising into a wailing cheer...

I wonder... if every time I dream of you,
you also dream of me...

One man,
Stood up...

I wish I could hear the sun
not as a gleaming ball of fire in the sky...

A whisper, softly carressing my skin
fascination of the words within...

Like a puppet, swinging in a forgotten wind
my head nodding to his every word...

One last breath,
like a million screaming fires...

Weakly, for drained I am of every strength,
reach my tattered hands toward the sun...