Somehow I knew it would come to this. I've known forever.... this was not meant for me... not this way... "My past, my future, my disease Perhaps collapse to make me seize A moment Just a breeze Grateful, humble I allow These words to be the past somehow I wonder Am I here now Am I here now I feel hear see and it confuses me I'm wrong I am here now Is mine I'll take it All around the world Take my future past, it's fine But now is mine My precious present will you bloom To make this fourth dimension womb Stop asking Stop asking why All I know is all I am Will never fully understand my breathing I try How I try to feel hear see and it confuses me I'm wrong I am here now Is mine I'll take it All around the world Take my future past, it's fine But now is mine..." Waiting again... trying to find a path... a choice... a road.... somwhere to take me where I need to go... I made a choice I knew would make me have to choose again... I need to choose again... but why does it always have to hurt?