Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...

when I am in pain, you are in pain
But the pain you feel...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Itchy, itchy, little witch
Have you thrown a potion on my skin...

So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...

I,
Simply...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...