Yeah? No? I don’t know… I just don't know.
I keep pushing away old lives,
But I don’t know which direction they’re going in,
Together drowning with them in a tub of insecurity,
Soap smothering my eyes blinding me.
We’re taught certain tasks,
They must be fulfilled to feel fulfilled,
But I don’t feel successful,
Being someone I wouldn’t enjoy to know.
I’d like to have a studio,
Where together we could watch our talents grow,
As long as I am able to read,
That would keep my mind freed.
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