when the air comes in and out of my lungs.

this is how i know i am alive,

how i know that i am still human,

and how i know my mistakes are just that.

when my head goes on rampage and i cant think.

i go to my friends for help,

i think wow there is no possible way they know

but oh how wrong i am when i wake up completely fine,

after a long call with 'em even if they know nothing of why.

the stars.

nothing more to say.

the stars can be with me when my mind cant,

and my heart wont.

never again will you ever be just a blade of grass in th field.

you will be the patch sunflowers sitting beautifly in the center.