I don't know who I am,
I think I know everything.
I don't know the people around me,
I think that they all agree.
I don't know where I'm going in my life,
for some reason I think that I do.
I don't know if I'll have a husband or wife,
for some reason I think that it will be you.
I don't know why I feel these emotions,
I think that I understand.
I don't know why I'm scared of the ocean,
I think that I can.
I don't know why I can't do anything,
I think that I'm special.
I don't know if I'll get a wedding ring,
I feel made of metal.

I miss being a child
and feeling the wind
fly in for a while,
as my fears would rescind.

I haven't talked to you in a while,
may I come in?
I need to see that smile,
how long has it been?

The last time I remember
feeling this way,
it was the 7th grade
and the skies were all gray.

I walked into my room,
you held me in your arms,
"I love you, I care,"
and my tears were all gone.