There I stand
Of all that I am
Rooted on this land
Lend a helping hand
Quiet all demands
Never let it get bland
Perhaps alone is my plan
Dream of me
Time to see
What is my capacity?
Set me free
Acknowledge I am enough when I can simply be
Tired of explaining
So completely draining
Stuck in the middle is no fun
This kind of shit makes me run
Is there anywhere that’s drama free?
Where I can finally have fun and be me?
Does it really mean isolation from all others?
Even though I have so many sisters and brothers?
How many ways can I think up to resolve this setting?
When I have given up drinking, drugs, sex, and all betting?
It is staring at my own face in a mirror and asking who is me?
Time to find the dream without another needing to complete we.
Dream of me tonight
Cuz I am tired of always having to fight.