What is left for my conscience to handle?
I'm swimming in my emotions, like a boat without a paddle.
I just wish for a time when I can see the light of day.
I just reminisce over memories that has gone away.
Could you see my tears when I tell you I'm okay?
If I told you I felt alone, would you take the time to stay?
Love would be nice, but am I ready for something real?
I feel numb some days, I don't know how to feel.
Sing about me as I look for who I use to be.
I used to worry about everyone else, but what about me?
