Is it too much to ask for a little peace
A sanctuary for myself, where happy thoughts reside
The place where I don’t know about that homocide
Where the news about that thing don’t reach me no more
No one can call me, I can’t even hear the city
Taking off the stress off me
After all if I can’t save me I can’t save we
Picture that place that is just better
Than this
Where every corner is pretty
Prettier than the city
The place where your thoughts are the loudest sound
I know I need that,
Tried to contemplate suicide
But there was this image in my mind
That made me throw that knife
That made move aside
That made me stop and stand with pride
I am just twenty-something yet so empty
The stress of the world outside made me close myself inside
I can smile, I cannot cryAnd when I think about it I want to die
But then when I want to die
I see that place
The place that’s better than heaven
And I will search every corner of every city, of this whole world
To find that place, where I can rest my worries
Where I can suspend my sorries
Then and there, I will stay
I won’t go nowhere
That little corner in that little time left
I will enjoy myself.
