Honesly what will become of me? Don't like reality, it's way too clear for me... 

But really life is dandy, we are what we don't see. Miss everything daydreaming..

Traveling I only stop at exits, wondering if I'll stay young and restless. Living this way i stress less..

I want to pull away when the dream dies, the pain sets in and I don't cry, I only feel gravity and i wonder why?