…gUu…

i can’t stand to fly, i’m not that naive
i’m just out to find, the better part of me
i’m more than a bird, i’m more than a plane
more than some pretty face beside a train
it’s not easy to be me

wish that i could cry, fall upon my knees
find a way to lie, about a home i’ll never see

it may sound absurd, but don’t be naive
even heroes have the right to bleed
i may be disturbed, but won’t you concede
even heroes have the right to dream
it’s not easy to be me

up and away… away from me
it’s all right… you can all sleep sound tonight
i’m not crazy… or anything…

the cold water of my shower washes away my mask;
for that few hours away from the world now till dusk,
i will just be myself, without my stage persona,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.

only in the night when we are alone can our souls roam free,
in the shelter of our homes is when we are who we really are.
no others to judge you, a quiet moment with just yourself,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.
i wonder when i put on my mask again tomorrow,
how many actually know who i really am, what i really am.
is our identity decided by others in they way they chose to see us?
does anybody actually know the real you and do you want them to?

Culian Le Ferach                                    
1791 – 1854

i don’t feel loved like how i’m usually loved
i don’t feel cared for like how i’m usually cared
i don’t feel important like how important i usually felt

i feel lonely like i was the night before
i feel uncomfortable saying i love you
i feel neglected but thought i wouldn’t be when i found you

lines often heard as break up phrases
how do these words generate in the first place?
is it true that in every relationship you have to feel the same way?
in that case, won’t you just be dating the same person over and over again?

i don’t believe that you can love someone wrongly
but i believe that every individual wants to be loved in their own way
i don’t believe in lousy lovers
but i believe in lovers who have different perspectives in love
i don’t believe everyone says ‘i love you’ with the same intentions
but i believe to several individuals it doesn’t take words to feel their affection

so who is the one to say how to love?
when all’s fair in the game of love and war…
there’s no right or wrong way to love someone…

so maybe… just maybe… i don’t feel loved like how i want to be loved…?

i walk a lonely road
the only one that have ever known
don’t know where it goes
but its home and i walk alone

i walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken heart
where the city sleeps
and i’m the only one and i walk alone

i’m walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind
on the border line of the edge
and where i walk alone
            
my shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
my shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
till then i’ll walk alone…