I like to look around, I like to watch life passing me by, I always sit around, and then I feel my emotions die I sometimes feel alone, and wonder for the worst to come But when I'm on my own, I recognize the faults that I've done I want to give myself a description of what I feel Sometimes I ask myself How Do I Feel? I like to get to know how can these thoughts keep me down, I would like you to know I beg for pardon when I'm on my own Again I wonder why How can I deal with my mind? I like to run away, but where to go? I don't know what to find I want to...