In the safe I got lost with you,
But who was I to call it safe?
With natural colors falled up with light,
who was I to call it safe?
Upstairs there are talkings,
I always talk upstairs
or in park benches.
But we can still be found.
There are so many places.
But when my mind came out, just for a moment or two,
I realized what I had once gotten myself into.
I am a control freak, even if nothing matters to me and I am up for anything; at the end of the day I want to open my mind and know who I am. control what is. But I can't and I go through everything holding this knowledge outside sources may lead you in, but I am all that I can tell you.
