sometimes it's not the sadness that astray you from the world that you used to, it's only the dissapointment of your own and the loneliness of your soul that draw your line from that 'world'. and you chose to just dissapear.
All that noise, all that sound
all those places I got found
and birds are flying at the speed of sound
to show you how it all began
birds came flying from the underground
if you could see it you'd understand
*Listening to Coldplay- Speed of sound*