Human Beings
I'm barely holding on
How have I become this far done/gone
Looking for the things that work
I hardly know my own quirks
Trying to keep my own head
My destiny has to be so much more than just dead
Having this much freedom can be frightning
Like the sharpest crash of lightning
Being ok and actually knowing you'll be ok are two very different things
I guess, in the end, we're all human beings