How exactly, I do not know.
I think I'm in a coma;
Don't ask me why, I just know.
There's a chill in my bones;
There's a chill in my bones; as I watch the rest of the world;
Or when I sit alone;
At the edge of my seat;
Wondering when will I be noticed;
Or will the cycle repeat.
Words come easy to me;
A never ending waterfall;
In torrents and waves,
They just don't answer my call.
They lurk in the back of my head;
Every time someone yells at me;
Or when I'm surrounded by people;
My voice is there,
Like a reassuring lullaby;
A fierce lion's roar.
I know its there, dancing, singing;
Waiting to be found.