I wonder why I feel the things I do.
But yet I know exactly why I do.
I cannot help but to fight myself.
It's the only way I can feel alive.

Sometimes I feel like I am way up on a cloud.
Other times I feel like I am dissolving in a thick shroud.
I just cannot stop the battle inside of me.
It almost seems important to me.

But why would I need such a thing?
It is so aggravating to feel this way.
My mind cannot help but to go astray.
It is not fun for me that's for sure,

But I just cannot seem to bring my heart back to shore.