I'm so sick and tired of all the things I've been holding back, and I want to cry. I want to cry not because I'm sad but because I am no longer tormented by the horrors of my past. And I feel relief, but in reality I wish I could say i feel safe. There's nothing stopping me from going back to where I once were, and I don't wanna go back, I want to be free. Meanwhile, flowers had grown my lugs and I can barely breath. I want to be like them, I want to grow, I want to be beautiful. Although I'm not able to breath anymore I still dream of freedom and I see it in your eyes. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine so together we'll become the universe.
