every element that is me

cold feet, the hard floor
she lit a candle and locked the door
isabel isabel,
why are you scared?
you're running away but the sight stays the same
you write words and lines
but have nothing to say.
everyone is blind and everyone can see,
without you i can't tell the difference between each day.
isabel, isabel, why didn't you stay?
pitch dark at home with all the lights on
behind a locked door you have nowhere to run.
i know, i know you're always thinking of me
isabel,
why did you leave?

It's not my name, it's not money, it's not fame, it's not history books. It's living. It's the fact that people are living and then dying and then that's it, they're totally gone. No difference made. It has to stop. If you can't change the world, at least change yourself.
Existing is the thing that everyone is doing, living is the thing that only a few are brave enough to try.