• i look at the birds that fly high to the sky
    am i ever going to try, try and fly...
    i look past me and see no hope in me and so i crawl to my shell and hide out
    as time may pass im still here, no longer certain where my path may lead me..
    hoping whats longed to me, would be mine again.
    could i be wrong, so its fine...
    uncertain paths can fix its self .. but how am i ever going to fix my habits for you