Sometimes, sometimes I feel insane 'cause I cannot express what I really mean. Sometimes, sometimes I feel alone even if people and friends are near by to me. How long have I to suffer? Switch on my light. I'm a little walker and the race I've just begun, I think it takes forever by million laps to run, and so I hope it get me to find my way in a electric blue overseas. My thoughts are watchful on rain disorder, and them cross on my television without leaving any trace of mine under my living dress, and I forget it.