I can’t sleep
I wanna do something
But I don’t know what it is
I can’t think
Just looking at myself
And think of someone else.
I wanna tell the world
That I wanna have a simple room
A place for myself
Everything spins so slow
For me, for my everyday dream
Head full of imagination
With myself disguised.
I can’t write
‘bout my extra ordinary composition
‘cuz I can’t see my face
in my head full of imagination.
Is this it?
Cuz I still remain the same,
Till now…
9/13/03