WHOA IS ME

The only thing surrounding you now,
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience,
They are the make up of  your worries, regret, and doubts.

Collective portrayal of your person,
Radiates confidence, shine with silence,
And shadow the ones below.

This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snowÉ

But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow .
When the water comes, I will overflow.

ThereÕs one more thing I forgot to tell you:
Worries and doubts will only help you,
In the long run, youÕll shadow the ones below. 

This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snowÉ

But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow .
When the water comes, I will overflowÉ