Imagination Of My Own

Reality of My Own

Stop procrastinate, that is what they tell me
Yet again, how can I stop when I'm stuck
Stuck is this world where butterflies turns into dust
Where everything is just in a slow pace
Darkness falls onto the pathway of home
Still the ongoing light reflects back on my eyes
Blinding me from my own reality
The tick-tocking pattern of a weak elements of sound
Fills my ears in the beat of my heart
The heart which is filled with broken stitches and scars
The scars which turned me to an eccemdentesiats
Because that is all I have learned
Hiding my pain behind my wicked smile

But it was never real
The only way I could smile, is if you cut me from ear to ear

Now the light is fading away, just like memories
Memories of the place I called home, well... use to
Now I am back into the realities of others
When time was never slow and home was never home
So, I take my chance and I sit alone
In the world, where butterflies never turned into dust
And where my smile was never cut
A world where time was never on my side
And I never found the reasons to cry
Cause the heart is like a paper
Once it has been squash it would never go back to normal

So..... I paced out again huh
Now I find myself into an empty classroom
Well, I got up and stumble across the hallways of others reality
No one notice my existence
I am now alone, and lonely is what it feels like