Blind
Don’t know what to do
Don’t know where I’m going
Don’t see how to try
Don’t wanna end up crying
Everything’s a mess
A knotted, matted string
And I’m right at the centre
Not sure where to begin
Too much drama
Too much love
Too much angst
And too much blood
Nothing seems so easy now
The rainbows have all gone away
Swept away by bitter winds
Will they come back another day?
I make no sense
You cannot see
What’s going on
Neither can we
Is there and end
To the winding road
A service station
Where all’s good
There are no queues
Here by the hills
No thoughts of how
I’ll pay the bills
And yet it’s foolish
Just to think
That I’d escape
From this old sink
Please do not think
That I’m a dreamer
Lost in the clouds
I know I know
But still my path is hard to see
No one can walk here beside me
There is no one here to guide me
Only me, always and forever me
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Yeah, I know it's all a bit, whoaa where's the regularity here? But that's how it came out and that's how it fits. Like a mirror of the inside of my head. 
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