I like to look around, I like to watch life passing me by

I always sit around, and then I feel my emotions die

I sometimes feel alone, and wonder for the worst to come

But when I'm on my own, I recognize the faults that I've done

I want to give myself a description of what I feel

Sometimes I ask myself How Do I Feel?

I like to get to know how can these thoughts keep me down

I would like you to know I beg for pardon when I'm on my own

Again I wonder why How can I deal with my mind?

I like to run away, but where to go? I don't know what to find

I want to...