I have my ups and down, throughout the day like a rollercoaster,
I don’t control the ride, I just sit and wait for it to be over,
Loving the ups, bearing through the downs,
Holding on for the turns and feeling peace when I hit the ground.
But then the ride is over and I reminisce on it,
Leaving the crazy behind but feeling that it’ll be missed,
But then my miss puts me back on and the ride starts again, going down,
Into the tunnel of the unknown, making these fears go round and round,
And round and round,
Here I go again.