Something's not right
I can't sleep at night
Dread at the pit of my stomach
Doubts, all stack on the rack.

In my mind, alarm bells ring
my heart knotted with strings
Whispers that you are not one,
That I should get away and run.

Turn back before I am left with nothing
or continue the free fall of uncertainty
My soul constantly screams for liberty,
at your mercy, I refuse to be.