If I try to articulate
what's going on inside my head,
I'm afraid I'm not going to make any sense.
There's this yearning in me
that I know will never be quite satisfied
by anything in this world.
That knowledge keeps me tamed.
But oftentimes, I am so consumed
by a profound want for something
I am well aware I could only have in my dreams.
How long can I keep myself sane
with all the turbulent emotions
battling within me.
It's getting cumbersome to always have to fight
against this all the time.
Why can't I just be like everyone else?
what's going on inside my head,
I'm afraid I'm not going to make any sense.
There's this yearning in me
that I know will never be quite satisfied
by anything in this world.
That knowledge keeps me tamed.
But oftentimes, I am so consumed
by a profound want for something
I am well aware I could only have in my dreams.
How long can I keep myself sane
with all the turbulent emotions
battling within me.
It's getting cumbersome to always have to fight
against this all the time.
Why can't I just be like everyone else?