When I write, It's what I feel.
Life's a lie? No, not when I write,
All the things they just feel so real.
For once in my life, everything is just so right.
The power's on, and I'm alive.
When I write I get back my feelings,
The ones I lose when I pick and choose.
Lost in a web, a web of everyday "life".
Fake smiles and nods, no, not when I write.
I lose myself; I find myself.
I'm alive again, when I write.