I want to fly,
As high as the sky,
And let myself fall,
Free-fall and lose it all.
I want to rise, at the start,
And at the end, smash my heart,
-Into shards of glass, it seems,
And watch it unfold, and how my heart gleams.
My heart may be small, but I can do great things
All I have to do is spread my wings.
But all I want to do is die,
My desire is not to spread my wings and fly.
I believe that I could break,
And snap and fall, with no mistake.
Kill the dead and feel alive,
And at the end, claim my prize.
