I look up the star,
And I dont have a ground to stand.
Im hanging,
In between
What should I do?
Should I just fall and hit rock bottom,
Or have faith in you,
I look up the star,
I knew Im hanging,
What should I do?
If I choose to fall,
What should I be?
Break in pieces?
Consume the pain? Live in agony?
Or be mad?
If I try a little faith,
What does that makes me?
A believer?
Or maybe just a dreamer?
Still what am I in your eyes?
My word is a mirror,
My life is a joke,
My happiness is a burden,
My song is love,
And my love is fear I feel in your eyes.
