sometimes it feels like I'm filled with ideas and I've nothing to do with them. Sometimes I feel like I'm making all the wrong moves, twirling in the wrong direction and losing who I am.
Sometimes I think that things mean more to me me then they do to others, that I read too far into it, hold on too tight.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on a roundabout and I can't get off,that I'm going to be spending the rest of life running in circles and never moving in a straight line.
Sometimes I think what I have to give isn't enough, will never be enough.
Sometimes I want scream and yell and break down, sometimes I want to laugh till I cry and never have to explain.