I'm always going to be me
Myself staying free
But sometimes I feel
There's no good deal.
Always staring to begin
Then I don't fit in
My friends like me
But surely don't want to be
Always feeling odd
Am I just a fog
That passes through
With no real sense just do
Will I find my place
Where I get some space
Where do I belong
All this is terribly wrong
No real sense of stay
I'm moving on today.
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