I feel just like a myth,
or something said under your breath.
I feel like something small,
like a hope or a wish.
Everyone expects warm regards and well wishes.
I want to leave, ditch the crowd, have my vote withdrawn.
The moons so bright,
I can almost see my way tonight
follow this light.
Like an exit sign floating in the sky.
I feel just like a scar,
something hidden under cloth.
I feel just like the sun,
something bright and yet so far.