Tightning these loose ends will never be snug all around
Something will always slip through my grasp
As I'm picking up the pieces you'll still sleep sound
I'll always find a way to change but I'll never transform into who I want to be
Things will go fine for a while and it seems I'll never cease to smile
When things are going well I always seem to find a way to make it hell
Does anyone try as hard as me to make sure they have personality?
Find me where I don't want to be found
Talk to me when I'm lost without words
Hear me where I don't think I'll be heard
Live as though I never existed at all
I guess I'll see you around...