There's an unsteady feeling surging through me it's sadness and anger surging through me they're feeling for something to finally fill me and stealing the one thing that tries not to **** me
Why the hell is it I feel so alone and people around me seem so alive sometimes it feels like my soul's made of stone aluminum butterflies flutter and thrive
Now that I have to direct my own path just how do I get through the shame and the wrath it's left up to me to make a full turn I've kept up to see, surviving the burn
They crept on me, lessons to learn like nothing is free, we all have to earn our way in this world and maybe beyond a wind and a whirl and then on and on