Inside me, there is a world where I could see myself falling,
Tearing apart, damaged and helpless,
But still standing like an angel with wings wide open.
Filled with rainbow ink, poured in my skin,
I ain’t an outsider for my soul.
The sun rises within me and sets there itself,
I am an open book of mystery, I am an otherworldly self.
Apart from misery and sadness,
My life is climbing to the top,
and tripping over everything beneath.
I am an old school living playing roles,
You’ll find me where love resides between two souls,
Admiring them like it’s my anecdote.
Inside me, there is a world, not everybody knows.