feeling blurred, worn and thin my foundation seems unmade in a step i could be blown away words are playing in my head i’ve forgotten what you said for a moment then i’m reminded
despite the things i say i’m fine i’m just so cynical at times no need to wonder if i’m fine i used to have no hope but now i’m really trying and though i feel i can’t go on sometimes i should be happy and thank god that i can live and i can breathe and i can find the way and know that i’m fine
moving closer standing still am i changing? am i the same? destination lost and found for me words colliding in my head but i remember what you said for the moment, i feel free