Although Zofia and I have long since gone our separate ways, I still love the things she used to write and I wanted to share them...
In this world, life’s not for my taking
Why do I scream when the voice that I hear isn’t my own?
Can’t I stop standing in the splash that they’re making
But the problem’s more close to home
Is it possible to cry for the ones who have abused me?
Or to love someone I hate?
What about all the angels who are crying
Because my heart’s been misplaced?
Why do we have to run much faster
Why do we have to run
Why do we have to jump much higher
Why do we have to jump?
Zofia Highet
