these words won't flow through my veins. br i am not myself. br this world has changed me br i've lost the things worth holding onto br and now i start anew br Where will this take me, br i do not know br But what is clear is simple br only my sad gloomy eyes mistake it br for intentions of the budding flower br and the promises of a dying tree, br these ages will mean nothing to me br If all i bring is sadness br then let my life whither away br If all i cause is pain and tears br then let me cease to be any fears br If all i am is some miniscule feather br on the back of an ugly duck, br then let him shed me and fly away br turn into a now great swan, br If all i am is nothing good br then let me vanish into thin air.