There's a lot on my mind That I can't seem to find. Hidden under useless thoughts I guess... It's overcrowded, spilling out. With Everything, And the things I need to figure out.
Nothing's clear, and what I fear Is that it's you, That's stopping me from being who I really, truly want to be. Stopping me From being really, truly at peace.
But that's not something That I'm willing to admit. Not just yet, at least.