My racing mind leaves me behind at times,  
My crooked thoughts are out of sorts with yours,
I try my best to live while in my prime,
But even things I love can seem like chores.

I'm stifled by the path laid out for me,
Perhaps I should just up and leave it all,
I don't believe in fate or destiny,
So who am I to blame if I should fall?

Sometimes I'm scared to whisper lest I shout,
My ups only exist to fuel my down,
But what if I could tame all of my doubts,
And craft a niche that I could call my own?

Well that might be just what I have to do,
My soul is bright despite it being askew.

If a picture speaks a thousand words then you're a gallery,
A scripture full of nouns and verbs, a perfect allegory,
By your side is where I wanna be, my ear to your story,
Ignoring all my woes and pains to listen to your glory,
A nectar for my soul, call and baby I will hurry,
I'll listen close my only hope to mitigate your worries,
Abbreviate your doubts and fears, wipe away those pesky tears,
Alleviate your lonely mind, I'll be yours and you'll be mine,
Shining for the world to see, together, just you and me.

I walk with my head down, I've outgrown this town,
I know my way around but it's boring now,
I'm snoring now, ignoring clowns that surround me, how
Do I break out, find some glory now,
See the globe, rewrite my story, develop some clout,
Enveloped by doubt...can't seem to figure it out,
Developed my sound, need to deliver a shout, no fuss, gotta row,
This **** bridge fell in the moat,
Forget a paddle,
I'm still building a boat,
Don't doubt though, I'll break out now, might be slow but expect a ******* as I go,
Not gonna linger, stay sharp like iguana fingers,
Depressed and full of stress, my best is yet to come,
Inhibitions, lack of rest keep my ambitions undone,
My dreams have been oppressed, my soul remains repressed,
But instead of being stunted I'll stun, refuse to just regress

The dark thoughts pour in,
Ignoring my protests they bore in, Should be boring by now but they keeping me from snoring,
To my mind I'm imploring,
Drawing from the last of my resources,
Gnawing at my soul leave me restless, breathless with relentless stress,
I'm scoring pretty low on this test I guess.

She was my symphony in a muted world,

The echoes of her melodies are still the most beautiful sounds I know,

And as they fade, so do I