And so I started feeling low, cold and distant, feeling bored...
And then I looked for a new way, something to take me out of space, without the time, without the rain, without all that I've never learned...
Sick of the Life I had chosen, sad from the dream I had broken, tired of a burden some named desire I ran as fast as my legs allowed me to and realized I don't have the wings or the will to take off and start over, all over again
A tear falls from my chin as I remember, as if it was right now
My eyes completely closed and now I feel the wind...
The end's so close as I look aside and notice a feather in the air and notice my wings were always there, but it's too late, too late for cowards, this is the way, the easy way out...