There are certain things,
which are meant to be,
others were just what they would like to believe
to be a mistake of nature, human nature,
there are certain things I know,
like what makes me happy,
what hurts me,
and what makes me sleepy.
You might not understand me,
do people ever completly understand another?
After all, everyone sees the world from a different angle,
and let's face facts, nobody's an angel,
some people just hide the thoughts they think are bad,
bus it's just human nature, this is human race.
And how I wish I felt belong there, between all the people,
some have wings, just to fly away, I want wings as well,
to fly far away, and I'll say just my last goodbye to my
loved one.