I Want to Write a Book
today at my art class
my art teacher told me things that were true
and others down too real for me to believe
she told me to stop dreaming
i told her i always wanted to live where the ocean..
she told me it wasn't that dreamy as i dreamt it .. to live near the beach
she said it was hot as hell
she told me she once dreamt to get married ... being in love all the time.
but once she got there inside her dream…the dream was not quite as dreamt
it was no longer a dream but her reality full of duty and hard work she never listed
i told her about the need i have inside to leave,
that i didn’t want to build my life in here
and that as long as i don’t go..
everything i do is unhappily done.
she told me that im young that theres no need to rush
but if she knew im not capable of living that far from 25
or that near from 30.
no matter how many lives i live
vanity will always be the sin i pay for
that need of feeling like a flower and nothing more.
i can see my mother fading
it hurts it hurts
they all dream of so long far away
i cant do that and i don't wish i could
Theres no way i could trade my petals away
my dreamy heart
my golden soul
my treasure eyes
my wondered mind
for just becoming one more human ?
you think straight all you want but
i rather get lost inside me
and sooner pay the price we all pay
my art teacher told me things that were true
and others down too real for me to believe
she told me to stop dreaming
i told her i always wanted to live where the ocean..
she told me it wasn't that dreamy as i dreamt it .. to live near the beach
she said it was hot as hell
she told me she once dreamt to get married ... being in love all the time.
but once she got there inside her dream…the dream was not quite as dreamt
it was no longer a dream but her reality full of duty and hard work she never listed
i told her about the need i have inside to leave,
that i didn’t want to build my life in here
and that as long as i don’t go..
everything i do is unhappily done.
she told me that im young that theres no need to rush
but if she knew im not capable of living that far from 25
or that near from 30.
no matter how many lives i live
vanity will always be the sin i pay for
that need of feeling like a flower and nothing more.
i can see my mother fading
it hurts it hurts
they all dream of so long far away
i cant do that and i don't wish i could
Theres no way i could trade my petals away
my dreamy heart
my golden soul
my treasure eyes
my wondered mind
for just becoming one more human ?
you think straight all you want but
i rather get lost inside me
and sooner pay the price we all pay