when you can want something you hate,
  and lie in perfect honesty
  from every angle things are crystal clear
  when you doubt things of which you're sure
  something seems just beyond your hand
  you wonder if your living second rate
  is my mind too open,
  is my heart still beating
  do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness
  or an ambiguity,
  i only want to see the light
  when every word makes perfect sense
  in every single line you read
  but every single line seems to conflict
  and the perspectives that i see
  a picasso reality
  i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass
  where does reason stop, and romance begin
  i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind
  and since when did following your heart become a sin,
  I only want to see the light