What am I feeling? What am I feeling?
Is it apathy or alacrity? Which energy am I steering for
Accuracy I pick up anyone's wherever I go, so its hard to decide my own feelings
I think I just found out why I like being alone
I'm climbing up trying to find the words to describe me enough
And I realized that is never enough cause I could never put the words together
But now I put together words and letters for a dream
I see ahead of things inside of wind and trees whenever and whatever the weather brings
And tethered together with a body its better to not even take one look over here
And I shuttered at the sight of me
Use to cover, discovered and blundered as I trip to find out I can't change anything
Besides whatever the future brings
So I let go of the past and envisioned a new beginning