in love again I stand
100 hours on my hands
not understood,
but loved
as much as I could be
believing in everything
and nothing
being,
and not being
seeing that I am over there
when here is always somewhere else
I am myself
I am you,
I am her
I am low,
I am high
I am living,
I have died
I am the what? when? and why?
an old soul,
lonely but alive
I've been yours
but now I'm mine
100 hours on my hands
not understood,
but loved
as much as I could be
believing in everything
and nothing
being,
and not being
seeing that I am over there
when here is always somewhere else
I am myself
I am you,
I am her
I am low,
I am high
I am living,
I have died
I am the what? when? and why?
an old soul,
lonely but alive
I've been yours
but now I'm mine