I feel as if I'm laying in the middle of a ocean filled with waves,
Nothing but the sky and too much dreams effecting me at once,I'm beginning to feed on peer pressure,Floating above hope,There's a rope next to me to save me before I sink under,Or I could drown right now,Honestly I'd sink before saving myself,I would feel better struggling back to the top,Upgrading from yesterday's misery,As if I'm able to carry a stone on my back to highest mountains and plant my name there,I wasn't born an angel,But I won't die a sinner,Sometimes sinners want to be angels,And to be that you can't be afraid of what you are,And you shouldn't live life in a box,Breathe privately,And shine publicly.