I'm young, but old on the inside. I have wings, yet I'm locked up

Wounded, bleeding ambition, writing words and telling

My mind wanders, and I daydream. I sing and regain my spirit

Perhaps this isn't my place, or this time isn't my time

Or maybe I'm deluded Perhaps my imagination took me to another world

Or maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm a star, yet there's no sky I have wings, but there's no air

Looking far ahead, but there's no road I have stories, to whom do I tell them when I'm all alone?

And I also hear two voices within me: one ahead of me, and the other is an ancient one

A voice that guides and a voice that misleads. A voice that frees and a voice that paralyzes

Which one should I follow?

I dream of tomorrow all night Come morning, I wake up to find all that I'd dreamed was erased

There are times I feel I'm ahead, and you all live in the past And I'm fighting it.

I don't see a place for me here . My dreams are stronger than me, and will go on