I'm falling between happy
and I'm falling between sad
I'm stuck in between and I'm weak
because I can't decide
who I really am

Now most things I've lost
And most things I've gained
And I'm not one to complain

But I'm an insomniac  a little messy and untamed
And it's honestly restraining because I'm not the same

And the question I always return to...
Does anybody stay? Will anybody stay?
And make me feel less insane

Because now I'm stuck here wondering why everybody leaves
And it's always my fault because I'm always the one in pain
I have fallen and I have crashed down
I have screamed and screamed but produced no sound

The world is still so pretty 
And the sun still makes me warm
So I can't be that empty
Or is this just the famous "calm" Before the dreaded...
Storm