I\'m surrounded by much beauty unable to find my place, tears at 9am wishing the day would end.
Now this line has been written and the snot got blown away, there comes a sense of numbness it is all OK!
Those that matter will always hold a space, those that don\'t get on with the race.
To be or not is an endless cycle like the sun, of yesterday\'s dreams into today\'s nightmare followed by tomorrow\'s unknown
Who am I but a random number flickering on a roll of the dice, many say there are no accidents that\'s down to each to decide
My life is forever in the making until I cross to the other side, so I breath and live through each emotion putting colours in the sky