Why is the world breaking my heart?
Should I surrender to the pain I feel?
All I know seems to be falling apart.
So why does everything still look the same?
Where does my fantasy end and my life begin?
Why can’t I see where the line is drawn?
Around me the whole world seems to spin.
How long till the night becomes the dawn?
How many stars do I have to wish on?
When will it be my turn for happiness?
I’m falling through cracks and soon will be gone.
What will happen when I reach the darkness?
The stars are gone and morning have come.
So on I walk tired and alone.
Aimée © February 2000