Somewhere along the way I got tired Tired of them Tired of me And tired of everything I have to carry on my shoulders.Maybe it’s all I need right now A place where I know no one And no one knows my name Somewhere so far away from Their old faces,All of their empty souls And dusty places ; Where I can reinvent myself all over again They I’ve always wanted and loved to be ..

Deep down in my heart I knowHow much it’s hard for me to belongEither to someone Or to somewhere.Because it has always been there in my heart; the desire to make a world of my own out of everyone I meet or everyplace I go.And maybe that’s why it has never worked out for me to belong To any place or to any other person in the whole world But myself …

I’ll let them talk I’ll let them hate I owe no one an explanation nor an apology As long as they don’t see the world through my eyes or walk a single mile in my shoes,I’ll always be the only one who knows the truth,The only one who really understands.So all of their judgments and opinions will forever be irrelevant , never mattered and never had anything to do with who really I am …

Darling; I know those days were hard on you,I know that you’ve been through a lot of shit I know that you had those moments where you felt like giving up and not being able to even stand on your feet.But you are a badass; you will lift yourself above it all And soon my dear you will be able to fly …

You don’t know how much is tiring to stay here Since chaos is all I knowMess is all I see And noise is all I hear...I wish I could escape this hell to a place Where l know no one and no one knows my name; Flying as if I’ve never been tamed beforeLaughing is if I’ve never cried before And dancing as if there is no other eye around to look at me …

They have already fooled you when they introduce the world to you through classifications of people, manners and behaviors to whether they are good or bad.But good and bad are only perceptions. So what’s good and bad is totally different from one person to another; which makes it so damn clear that there is no such a thing that is completely good or bad about anything in the world ...

I keep flipping these wings no matter how it’s hard for me to fly. As long as they keep on moving, I know someday that they’ll be able to reach out the highest sky.Cause I believe in their strength,In the way I have never given up on them Or on myself at the first place …

I am homesick for a place where silence is the only language, love is the only religion, and freedom is not something to be fought for…

They have been trying to cut my wings since the day that I was born; so that I could fit in their boxes that full of fear and dust. How foolish of them to think so. To think that my soul won’t be released one day or that my head won’t look above and see how much the sky is wide open for my wings to be grown again and simply fly …