Where am I now? And how am I supposed to feel?
I tried to spit out what was laying inside.
But it's impossible if no one's listening.
We're all strangers here even though we're breathing.
I should stop worrying but I'm not ready yet.
Why can't we just focus on the little
things? Like watching flowers bloom in my backyard?
Why do we take so much time for the huge questions?
Staying here, being quiet and feeling insecure.
But I can hardly hear you whispering until it's over.
Staying here, being quiet and feeling insecure.
But I can hardly hear you whispering and hear you calling my name.
So here I am and what are you doing here?
I tried to spit out what was laying inside.
But it's impossible if no one's listening.
We're all strangers here even though we're breathing.
We are in this together.

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