To: You who have red curtains and knows that ocean is blue

I had been holding on this road that is ten feet off the ground,

I heard what you say but I just can't make it sound,

You tend to think you knows how I think, but no; you don't at all.

I thought you know me well, but again you misunderstood me.

I'm tired of explaining myself,

because to you it doesn't count,

you treat it like the usual excuse,

That is the reason why I never spoke a word when you ask me why.

You never know the things I had sacrifice, the feelings deep within me.

I'm never perfect, just a guy that tried to change the world around him.

Wanting to let go, just like releasing a butterfly into the air,

but my heart don't seem wanting to.

hanging on like a fool to some people, but not to those who appreciates,

I asked myself why?