being a bit successful
made me feel somewhat special
so what if the spotlight was just a rental
did not my smile itself shine?

however,
under everything i was so tortured inside
a bright dying star imploding inside
and feeling so alone inside
but did not the sun still shine?

so fast
so strong
lucky prowess
carrying along
the hopes and dreams of my future

yes,
so promising
yet bleak
who would ever think
this vexed soul
still needed nurture?

but now i've come to realize
that no one can take care of me
before I thought that maybe, i would gain love
if i could just look good and succeed

today I take the book of my life
out it's own ashes
and start a new chapter
a chapter of new chances