Will I be okay if I let go of this devotion
Let it be with the rest at the bottom of my ocean
They seem alright on that same old beaten road
Making it, though barely, and not entirely alone.
This is a butterfly I've been chasing all my years
I don't think, though, that I'll ever get out of here
Envisioning it, it is not the same
Now I see me in front of no one on a stage
They tell me I can do anything to my heart's content,
Insecurities are overpowering their comments
Caught in this overpowering riptide,
Will I ever get there alive?