what is it that's wrong?
don't think it's a problem
back and forth, to and fro
when i think again...i don't know
comes and goes
here and gone
when i find myself, i am lost
see it, when i believe
it's not there to be seen
to and fro, back and forth
when i find myself, i am bored
a mess of guilt and fear
i love it, being here
it isn't anything wrong
i think it's a song