i am writing crap and i don't know why
i feel nothing and yet i cry
i want to live but i need to die
i am a preacher of honesty and yet i lie
i have got no wings and yet i fly
i am not drunk yet i feel high
i never learnt to follow.but to every wish if theirs..i comply
i have been dancing on the roof..all night long..and yet i am shy
don't know whats happening..
all i do all day is ..is to sit and wonder "why" !!