Go away, fly away,
What shall I do today?
Should I think aout my lie?
Should I think of all my strife?
But I don't want to be negative,
I want to be, to really live.
So what's with this negativity?
It's stopping me from being me.
Hurt, pain, andangst,
Poor substitutes.
For my life
They don't suit.
And through my eyes I see
A world that is so full of glee.
But my mind twists
Everything around.
A laugh
Bcomes a screaming sound.
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