My mind is big.
It has a lot of space.
It’s easy for two feet to lose their place.
My voice it echos. My cry unheard.
Just a voice in the wind, in my own mind.
In my own mind: time, it dies.
I can’t control any any controls me.
My mind is fine, without me. I am fine, without my mind.
Sometimes I wish it would leave, Just for a day, so I could be free.
Somedays I think it’s forgettable, then the next day it leaves me regrettable.
My mind is apart of me. Shouldn’t it be?
But I want to be free, It won’t let me be.
I cringe and I crawl, on the fringe I ball.
Ball up in the warmth of my mind.
Because it leaves me where I want to be…
…Oh how my mind betrays me.