The one who laughed.
The one who danced through life.
I miss myself.
I'll put my old shoes on.
I won't let my thoughts stop me.
I want to fly, like I did.
I want to be called crazy again.
Not the one who went to pieces.
Stop feeling my tears every night.
Feel happiness instead.
And then, I maybe can feel the love feeling again.
Cause now, I know what it is, and what it takes to control it.