I wanna wake up with amnesia; I wanna fly and flip out.
I simply am caught up with so many things now, I wanna forget.
I wanna go somewhere, I wanna run and scream!
Wouldn’t it be nice waking up with amnesia; wake up with strangers who would say they’re your family, your friends; that they are the ones that love you? It’s rarely said if you wake up with your right mind, isn’t it?
Wouldn’t it be fun waking up with amnesia and explore the places you’ve been, discover things that you have long discovered. Would it not be fun being innocent again, I think it’ll be fun waking up curious like a child, clueless of what the world is, innocent of the color, melody, beauty; pain, ironies, tears of the world.
It’s fun to wake up to a world anew.
Isn’t it magical waking up with amnesia and finding love? Isn’t it magical escaping from your insecurities and feeling complete… ready to be loved. I bet love would come easy; no standards, no biases, no fears… just love.
I wanna wake up with amnesia…
and escape.
forget about the upcoming finals…
forget that my papa’s in the hospital…
forget that I might loose my scholarship…
forget that I’m torn between friendship and a truth…
forget that I have responsibilities…
forget that no one’s waiting home for me…
forget that I have my insecurities…
forget that I’m tired…
forget that my heart is bleeding…
forget that I’m slowly surrendering…
forget that I’m slowly weakening…
I wanna forget, I wanna escape, I wanna wake up with amnesia.
I wanna die without dying.
