why are these tears on my cheeks ?

and my Heart is missing his job, my Heart is ill, he thinks that he’s a butterfly.
everywhere in my body is fly and fly, and hurt himself on walls inside my body.
i’m free, i’m feeling free in my head, because i have my own garden which is hundred times better than their contempt, hypocrite smiles, useless words and empty lives.
i’m becoming a vulcain, i’m sure it’s going to be fine, soon.
soon, i’m gonna FLAME.