I wrote these sentences on May 21st at 13:39 on my paper diary. It's a song — or at least supposed to be one—called " Under the Skyline ". If all of the things I've said would not bring me closer to heaven, If all of the things I've ever done would only bring me blues. Will I ever get to break through? Will I ever succeed or will I fail? The things that I've once believed have never been able to tame me And everything I've once held dear has only made me fool. Would you care enough to guide me Through my forsaken faith and bated breath? 'Cuz under the skyline, there's so much I knew I had to do, I know for sure, my whole life Have been searching for some kind of answer That I've tried to find but never did. How will I know if there's ever gon' be tomorrow? How can I trust my faith when I'm already losing hope? And how will I learn not to cling onto hope If it only gon' bring me great sorrow? I don't know. Will I ever get t...