It's quite bittersweet standing on your own two feet
With your head in the clouds.
You're on your own
Your feet are dragging so much baggage and a death wish.
You're not quite certain that you want to go on
I can't blame you because
Their philosophies could not be interupted
But they must.
Your thoughts free
Is a love unconditional
I need to medicate myself for feeling so lost and alone.
I think it's definetly medication time.
It's got me reeling my head is feeling fine
But these thoughts are not mine.
