painting flowers *

Strange maze, what is this place? I hear voices over my shoulder, nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder why do we race? And everyday we're running in circles, such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes, I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright.
When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face, and know I made it home.
If nothing is true, What more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.