You don’t have to stay there where you don’t belong.
I don’t believe in love as it is gone.
When the creeping sound doesn’t make me fall,
My morning does start with a wolf howl.
I do roam around places in my head,
And then wander around as somebody else.
The one who made me all broken into pieces.
Still standing tall as the trees of my city,
A small town where big dreams meet actuality.
I learned from here that you should let things be,
And if they go your way, it’s the magic of reality.