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It's pretty dark here,I'm seeing things with clarity and forsight,I worry that my dreams might not be my destiny.Its all around me,In my blood and in my body like a whirl of mistI have to bite and clench my fistElse i'm likely to explode.I've got patience,but its hanging on by the skin on my yellow teethI know theres nothing underneathbut remains of what i was then.There is a cure here,but everytime i get a little closer to it,Someone puts a red pen through itand horizons disapear again.I've been like this before,I've been like this before,It wont happen again.It takes time growing up,but patience is all that you need.If it wasn't for my best half,Letras de cancionesand the angels that'll wake me up before im readyMan, i'd be soo unsteady, tetering on empty shells.They get me through wheneverybody else is seeing phoney meallow me to create, be freebe the person that i know i amI've been like this before,I've been like this before,It wont happen again.It takes time growing up,but patience is all that you need.It takes time growing up,but patience is all that you need. From Letras Mania