I've been drifting
Losing myself
These past years
I seem to be missing
More and more of myself
A new feeling grows
And it's hard to describe
Perhaps it's anger
Fear
Hope or
Sorrow
It whispers to me each night
"Your wrong"
Ah, we've figured it out
My impurities
It keeps me on the cliff
I'm a slipping hand
Try to hold on
But if no one pulls
I'm gonna fall
And I can't go
Not until I say
What's inside.
Whatever that is.