It's a chaos-ridden world
Thoughts scrambled all around my head
My head and my heart and my gut
It all comes down to those three things all telling me something different
I tell myself I'm not a strong person
but maybe I am
Behind closed doors, I have talks with myself no one knows
Pull it together.
Just keep breathing.
Then I think of your face, read your words, hear your voice in my ears
And everything is whole again.