Maybe I am the Phoenix.
I want to destroy everything around me,
and consume myself into a
thousand fireflies lifting to the sky.
I want to fly away... high.
fly away...
high.
I am... that far gone anyway.
I want to say goodbye and
have it be okay, fade away.
But it never seems to work out that way.
Because I’m reborn,
reborn,
reborn,
reborn... everyday.
From the ashes of my decisions,
of my illusions, of my desires,
and this confusion.
So be it... so be it.
I guess it’s time to stop running,
and hiding,
and begging,
and writhing,
and stealing,
and lying
and killing myself everyday.
Because I don’t want to stop living,
and loving,
and learning,
and growing,
and feeling
like I might have something to give today...
and everyday.
So be it... so be it.
I’m tired of running...
My legs can’t take it anymore.
I want to start living...
And feel the sun on my soul.
So be it.