The words are on my lips.
That change the perspective from what I see.
That may change the perspective from what you see.
So close, but so far away.
Though I don't want to sounds like a cliché.
Because all that isn't of this world, this now.
And maybe I still want to need them.
But I know that's not going to help.
Because we don't want thesame.
We want to change.
And I don't know why.
Those words, that image, that place.
I don't know what to do.
How to make you see.
Maybe not the how
Maybe the why
Maybe I'm scared.
That my perspective won't be yours.