SoulSpeach     |   home                                                    Gray Skies Torn between two worlds I stand on the couch in my living room and imagine im on top of the world And look around for the wise person someone who knows all someone to help me know what to do now when this is so very hard cant be myself cant be alive and yet both make me feel like the skies will always be blue. And then who makes me laugh also makes me cry who holds my hand also throws it away It is understandable that he would hate to be an option instead of a love. I am standing on top of the world looking for an answer.