Written without knowing where my fingers were taking me. Written without listening the woman talking to the class sitting in front of her.
Written in the pain, with hope in my eyes.
AND WHAT ABOUT BEING SOMEONE ELSE ?
WHAT ABOUT GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE ?
AND WHAT IF YOU'RE NOT WHAT YOU ARE ?
AND WHAT IF YOU'RE LONELY WHEN YOU'RE NOT ?
JUST AS EVER
SUCH AS OTHERS
THEY'RE AS LOST AS YOU ARE
AS YOU WERE OR AS YOU WILL
AND WHAT ABOUT CRYING OUT
AS LONG AS YOU CAN
WHAT ABOUT GOING UP
AS HIGH AS YOU CAN
RUNNING OUT
AS FAST AS YOU CAN
FALLING DOWN
DEEPER THAN YOU CAN
AND WHAT ABOUT GETTING UP
KNOWING THAT YOU CAN
YELLING TO THE PAIN TO RUN IN YOUR PAST
HOPE IN YOUR EYES
FUTURE IN YOUR MIND