a self portrait about anxiety
windy breezes are blowing in
some kind of misty air;
i can't seem to find the
light i'm looking for-
i didn't even find it in you.
if i could, i'd love to be free,
but i'm sitting like a flightless bird-
hanging from the telephone line;
stuck in a loneliness
of my own design,
stuck in a moment,
stuck in a state of mind.
some kind of misty air;
i can't seem to find the
light i'm looking for-
i didn't even find it in you.
if i could, i'd love to be free,
but i'm sitting like a flightless bird-
hanging from the telephone line;
stuck in a loneliness
of my own design,
stuck in a moment,
stuck in a state of mind.