I think I'm going crazy.
I swear I'm going crazy.
Even if you can't see it, it's in my eyes.
Look closer and you'll find out.
I can't seem to finish everything I want to.
I can't seem to find the time to do everything I want to.
But they say, make time, not find time.
So, I'll say I can't seem to make time to do everything I want to.
I can't seem to make time to think.
Think about everything that's making me go crazy.
It's just a whirlwind in my head.
I don't think I can make it.
But I hope I can make it.
I'm wishing I can make it.
Everything's hard.
Making time, letting go, keeping.
I need my runaway world.
Sigh.
You know what?
I'll just wish harder.