Sometimes, sometimes I feel insane 'cause I cannot express what I really mean.
Sometimes, sometimes I feel alone even if people and friends are near by to me.
How long have I to suffer? Switch on my light.
I'm a little walker and the race I've just begun, I think it takes forever by million laps to run,
and so I hope it get me to find my way in a electric blue overseas.
My thoughts are watchful on rain disorder,
and them cross on my television without leaving any trace of mine under my living dress,
and I forget it