Sometimes, I have an amazing life, and I love it. Then other times, I realize I have an amazing life and look at all I've done wrong and curse why I can't just be punished and move on? I never know which way to turn because I can't see where I came from, or whether it was right or wrong. Will I ever know?
Can't someone lead me by the hand, and help me find my way back to myself? I think I've lost my soul, I didn't sell it. No one took it, I think it just wondered off without leaving a note. It's a strange metaphor, but seriously I feel empty inside and I can't find the courage to go find it.
