wherever I am
whoever I’m with
my only paradise
is in my mind; a myth
I don’t see palm trees
I see the wind blowing through
I don’t see the sunny blue skies
but what they could turn to
the glass is always half-empty
when I look to it
if I fill it up, I’ll spill it
I have no hope, I’ll admit it
looking to my future
but I only remember the past
praying it doesn’t repeat itself
the good memories never last
the bad outweighs the good
I’m left speechless in between
while everyone’s in paradise
I’m stuck behind the scenes
to live in the moment
I must create my own
wallowing in the past
will just leave me alone
paradise is personal
not just a place
if I ever make my own
you’ll see it in my face
