Not sure how this will end,
so I should, at least, begin.

Not sure where to go,
maybe tomorrow I’ll know.

Get ahead, fall behind.
Wreck through life. Be so blind.
Storm around in a crazy mind
and stay there for a while.
Whole lives lived in the past and a year from now,
but never now.

All of me into everything else,
‘til I realize I’ve lost my self.

I’m not worry free.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be.

This year, I got found.
Now, I just gotta keep me around

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