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