Lost in my head Lost in the shadow of life Can't come out Can't find what's right I'm slowly wilting my petals dying When I want to bloom effortlessly like a flower Become who I should be what I've always dreamed Become indulged always in the present hour Feel proud of what I do and finally content Be proud of myself Instead of longing for what is already long gone Looking like a still porcelain doll on her shelf How's it that everyone is moving with the commotion While I'm as cold and as full as the ocean After a storm with the waves now calm I remain small enough to fit in a child's palm