Thinking of things in the middle of the night
Is just part of my everyday life
Thinking of how empty I am now
Don’t know the answers to my question how?
I made it clear to myself indeed
That I was here to have what I need
But I know I can’t have it all
For my place in this world is just too small
Just enough to show a part of me
Being as simple and pretending to be free
Words, acts, and ideas are the things I can only show
Deep inside me, my feelings are the things they don’t know.
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