I have some lose nerves in my head because who in the right mind would write stories about some people who are based on someone's imagination?
Who in the right mind would look up at the moon and think that they are with me and they are looking at it too.
Maybe I am not in the right mind
Maybe I've gotten lose nerves or it's Maybe because I have got someone to say my thoughts to like I love listening
But sometimes I need it too
But will I ask?
No. Why? Because it's embarrassing and then I remember that people got sent to special places for this Maybe I need to be at that special place
Maybe then I will be normal
Maybe then someone would listen
Maybe then I won't have to write
Maybe then I will be free from my mind
I could never escape even if want
It's like a cage holding me in
Not letting me go
Maybe I should fall in love
Maybe then it will be more than willing to let me go
