I can't really sort through
the mess of my head
Most of it really
is better left unsaid

You can never tell
what it is you'll find
I can't exactly promise
that all of it's kind

I am always getting lost
for inside I am reeling
No map can pinpoint
the location of "why I'm feeling"

It goes up and down
Every direction, side to side
Better buckle up
You're in for a bumpy ride

What I want to do
is scream and shout
If only I could say
what it is about

I'm always on the edge
of bursting at the seams
The only thing stopping me
I won't cause a scene

So for now I'll stay here simmering
Awaiting escape, it'll surely be glimmering