Shock to my heart,
Torn all apart,
Still, I can't see,
A better place to be.
Won't somebody come
And save me from myself.
Won't somebody come,
I can't make it by myself.
Trapped by my fears
In my waisted years.
I've searched my soul to find
Some sense of peace of mind.
Won't somebody come
And save me from myself.
Won't sombedy come
I can't make it by myself.
All, all alone.
Never to feel at home.
Why do I feel this way?
Make it all go away...
search on,
for something I won't own
Search, I'm searching on
I'm searching on.
another set of lyrics I wrote in 1998 on an accustic guitar I bought. I was feeling very Lyndsy Buckingham. I don't think my work in these days was very good, but it came from a raw place. Obviously, I survived all that aingst and fear.