I think what scares me most is the possibility of being forgotten.

So I crawl underneath my blanket,
where I can hide away.
I know I can't take it
'cause I see now,
it's just one of those days .

Restless.

I feel so restless here.

I got home and everything was the same. The weather, the places, the people, but it all felt so different.
And you don't see yourself changing, but you are. A dischord between the past and present, and there's no resolve because you're moving in opposite directions.

Searching, searching, searching.