I thought that my life was deprived in a way,
I didn't see all the signs along the way,
And it took some time and some hard days to come,
For me to sit with myself and really figure out,
What I want, what I feel,
Who I am, am I real,
And what's the deal with this life,
All that I know,
All that I see,
It's all perfect in it's own way,
And it's gonna be okay,
And I still sometimes go back to that space,
Of giving up myself just for another taste,
But then it's not so good as I imagined it to be,
And I don't want that addiction anymore that gets ahold of me,
What I want, what I feel,
Who I am, am I real,
And what's the deal with this life,
All that I know,
All that I see,
It's all perfect in it's own way,
And it's gonna be okay,
It doesn't have to be written in stone,
Living life is jumping into the unknown and just trusting, just trusting,
All that I know,
All that I see,
It's all perfect in it's own way,
And it's gonna be okay...