Whoa Is Me

The only thing surrounding now
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience
They are the make up of your worries, regret, and doubts

Collective portrayal of your person
Radiates confidence, shine with silence
And shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow

But, when the water comes
I will overflow, I will overflow
When the water comes, I will overflow

There's one more thing I forgot to tell you
Worries and doubts will only help you
In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow

But, when the water comes
I will overflow, I will overflow
When the water comes, I will overflow