I do not matter.
At least that is what my heart thinks.
It is what makes my head hurt.
It spins so much that I never know when it is turning.
Where can I find the space to be free?
Why does the world hate me?
What can I do to please.
I can not make that wish and I cannot see those beats.
I can try to be better, but that will not make them right.
I just want to make things smooth.
So that ocean can flow beneath your feet.
I think it all means that I must go.
There will be no goodbyes, and no more sorrows.
Just a well wish for a dream that will never come true.