The wind hit my face at just the right time
I was starting to think that I wouldn't survive
I still feel unstable for no reason at all
It's been a mystery of late living in my brain
I still live my life
But only a fraction of the time
Don't say anything I don't wanna know
And I won't say anything at all
If I look anything like how I feel
By now I've pretty much disappeared
Sometimes the best thing is talking to a brick wall
Nobody answers, nobody can hear your call