Sittin’ here
thinkin’ about things
thinkin’ ’bout ways
to do it on my own
The world is so lonely,
no faces left to see
worried about those
who don’t worry about me.
My mind gets wrapped up
on who, and what.
My mind gets trapped up
by the why, and the cuts.
Sittin’ here
thinkin’ about them
thinkin’ ’bout them
thinkin’ ’bout them
Shadows surround me
fire to the flame,
fear leads to doubt
and I am to blame.
Sittin’ here
home all alone,
thinkin’ about how
I can do this on my own
