I always have this picture in my head,
about the future and what could happen.
But all that happened to me instead,
my whole world suddenly darkened.
I wish to see, but always fail.
I wish to flee, and start to sail.
I wonder what happened to the old me,
the girl who always had fun.
If only I could go back to where I used to be
Then right now, I’d start to run.
I feel drunk, only I’ve sobered up and see,
it seems like I don’t have clarity.