Something doesn't feel right
Should'nt have to face this your own
Keeping it all inside
Bottled up, all alone
You, to me, are the wind
And I'm a tree
You affect everything
From hurricane
To a calm and gentle breeze
I still feel you always
Something doesn't feel right
Hate to hear you're out there down and out
Keeping it all inside
Bottles broken on the ground
You and me
The wind, a tree
Swaying slightly in your breeze
Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you
Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you
Something doesn't feel right
Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you
