It's almost as if my head is surround by fog,
I don't know which way is up or which way is down.  
My mind has been playing tricks on me
Making me feels things unusual to myself.  
Which way is up and which way is down?
If I choose while I'm this Blind who knows what can happen.
At this point it's chance, fate, what's meant to be.  
Will be.  
Faith and prayer will get me through this turmoil.
Just don't let the fog win.