Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I can see

All I want to be is me
The world is a crazy place, too near
Can’t you see

We are all similar like a branch of a tree
But all sprouting our own ear
All I want to be is me

I want back that purity
Like the blossom of a flower, so shear
Can’t you see

I feel like a refugee
Fleeing from the fear
All I want to be is me

We can all see our own glee
But do you see the broken tears
Can’t you see

I open my heart with a key
Which always gets shattered like a mirror
All I want to be is me