I don't want to write
Got nothing new to say
Everything's alright
I guess it's fine this way

And I don't want to speak
With silence I'm content
With being weird, and weak,
And loud, and save, and spend.

And I don't want to die...
For me, that's quite a first.
I'm not trying to hide
The feelings, grown and nursed.

And I'm feeling secure
Despite the world's ... up
I'm rinsing my face pure
I'm washing my soul pure

till all my nightmares stop


I still don't want to write
just wonder, feel and pray
it stays, because it's right...

I guess

I'm now

okay.