What worries me;
it's not my past, but my future.
I can't live in the moment, my anxieties they torment.
I don't feel like I'm living my life, not with all this estrangement.
Where's the joy?
Where's the anger?
I don't feel it, even if I'm in danger.
I feel alone, even with someone.
Is this to atone?
To atone for my undecided future.