Compass

When you get too used to lying to yourself, how do you know if you're happy or not?

When you fall too far from the family tree, who do you call when you're starting to rot?

I know I'm not who I'm supposed to be.

But the future's not too far for me.

What do you have to offer me?

Some peace of mind? Some peaceful sleep?

A piece of advice to keep me alright and help me get back to my dreams? Who do you think I am? Who do you think I'll be? Where do you think I'm going?

Going nowhere fast in a relationship not built to last. The bow is breaking, the sails are shaking, and I don't know where you're now taking me. The compass has been busted since 1993, and I've lost all since of direction.