innocence is bound to run, but don't you touch that golden sun..

Who turned your north into south? Your right into left? Truth to lies? Who let the daydreamings become expectations? Dreams that are slowly dying along with your imagination, turning into dust, who's to blame?
If i could have one brick for one one unspoken word, i would be building bridges by now.. and if i could take away one rain drop for one spoken, my sky wouldn't be so grey tonight..
Pointless it is, but i would, still, do it all over again..
Nothing in this little town is real, except pain. Struggling with it whole your life and yet, you're afraid of death? When you cross that little line between what's called life, and that famous death -it's when it stops, it's where pain ends. So put your fears behind and walk this one and only road.
Where's shadow there is light. When you walk across the line, where pain stops, where there's no turning back, you'll wish that pain never stopped. In time you forgot, it won't last forever. So even if you just wish for it to stop, both, you and me know it, eventually, will.. When you're locked outside from yourself, when only words you can reach are the ones you lost and when finding a way means losing the only one you have left, there's nothing left than to pretend. And you're good at it, oh, you're so good at it..
Pretending to be cold, and screaming inside. Wanting to smash everything that's around you and still being so calm, that's you. Small is the border between punishment and gift of destiny.
I come from where the fire is. One or another way i'll burn. Burn to understand the world. I suffer for pleasure, and i stopped resisting on my way to here. Understanding my own, empty words when whole world is shut and recognizing myself when all the lights are down. I'm feeling my own breaths even though i have no left! And yes,  covered in silence, standing in one place but still moving forward. I can, i am..