When I see I see ahead but I don't read minds I tell time I saw a light infront of me so I ran but not into the light but into the darkness because I was scared of what would happen would there be any good moments would love set us free or would I stand by a tree saying why doesn't she believe me I am no tree I am a person the one person who could make all be good but at the same time all would crumble under the pressure of love the one thing that could make one fly can take one down so I say don't look down.
