I’m unhappy, I’m happy, I’m ok, I’m alive.
Stairwells and alleyways,
Lonely walks on cold days.
Tanning in the winter sun,
Blow your brains out, use a gun.
When did I get so jaded?
My dreams have become so faded.
Let me start by saying, what I just said.
Don’t wonder whether you have the right to change the world, consider if you have the right not to.
The lights flash patterns through the windows. The day begets the night and the darkness catches fire. The world could at last breathe, free of the stifling sun, free of the blinding sky. What daylight could only illumine, the flourishing night turned to radiant passion.
