There are people

"There are three different kind of people with secrets.

Some really don't want anyone to know their secret.

Some want others to know, but can't tell.

And some want others to know, but can't tell, but wish so much that someones would just ask them."

Want someone to notice. Want someone to ask. Want to tell, but can't, want to cry, but can only cry alone, and no one notices.

"And who am i to know what I feel"

"I'm suffering in silence, And no one wants to see."

Warum ist die Wahrheit immer am schwersten zuzugeben? Was ist die Wahrheit denn überhaupt?

Can never be smart enough.

Can never be creative enough.

Can never be nice enough.

Can never be interesting enough.

"Liebes Tagebuch."

Warum?

"Hui! Hui! Kommt mit!
Im gleichen Schritt!
Laßt alles sein,
wir holen euch heim.
Hui! Hui! Kommt mit!
Im gleichen Tritt!"

"There's a voice and a million answers to the questions I don't ask."

and getting deep into the black (out of the blue?)

"Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin."

"How can you tell what's a dream and what's real, when you can't even tell whether you're awake or asleep?"

and a body with no wings is powerless against the sky.

...

Want wings.