The View

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.