you're everything I wished I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle
because you're the wind beneath my wings.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing this for. If it's worth my while. We have a way with words. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing this for. Sometimes. That's occasionally, once in a while, in a blue moon. Most of the time, I just do it. Like a routine, standard procedure. If I'm wise, I'll run, flutter into the cold & allow the ground to cut my feet all bloody. After all, this means nothing. You'll find nothing in me, nothing that can alarm you, nothing dark.
It's like Eritromycine.
I'm allergic.



What I said was from the heart. No. From my heart. Maybe to you I don't have emotions. But in time, you'll see your misjudgement. I cannot believe I thought about the team talk. & I can't sit on the fence, I've to side.
I must be out of my mind.