Yes I am...
Alive that is..
But sometimes I like to think I'm a zombie
Trying to grasp this world
I am constrained
I feel dead
I feel for myself and I can't cry
Or can I?
I peep through my looking glass
and realised that it's been broken all along
No such rose colored lens either
I try to walk to the greener side
and realised it's all in my mind
I hope you are here
Where have you been?
I hope you stay with me here
Where would you wanna be?
I hope you'll hold my hand in yours forever
I really hope you will
