I'm not wanting
inhibitions...

What if all there is is me?
What if I am all I see...

She took the leap
from death to life...

O, God, tell her that you Love her
show her that Your way...

Why do we make complications
full of foolish implications...

Let me see myself as I really am
just stumbling, bumbling fool...

I've gone through the looking glass
to find everything right side up...

Dark and silent, shoes and clothes
quiet words inside me rose...

All this murky, thick, and dark
i cannot see or hear or feel...

Tumbling, bumbling, stumbling down
falling, sprawling on the ground...

My life's a puzzle
pieces strewn...

Beneath our layers of fashion
and hair and pretention...