Daydreams...

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wing, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel so paper-thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you?
Do you ever want to run away? Do you lock yourself in your room, with the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming?