Life often hands you
Strange Bedfellows...

The pavement is cracked beneath my feet.
Could it be from the weight of my troubles...

Questions, always with the questions.
Telling the difference between wrong and right...

Slipping, stumbling, stalling
It all ends the same way...

Confusion, spinning, blurring
With a mass of colors...

Who are you?
Why are you in my life...

You express yourself through your voice,
Or with any kind of noise...

Look at your
The same as before...

Good Intentions
Giving you all of my effort...

Being nervous is unpleasant
That could clammy feeling...

It’s a shame
That you can’t see...

I see you
Just sitting there...