Empty rows of trees
I glide right past the point
Of feeling anything other than this
It may just be the starlights
Hanging over my head
They fade into the distance so I can breathe again
Approaching quick is the lingering feeling
That I see too much in this
But all at once my worry subsides
And I can finally be myself again
I'm okay I swear
I guess she's out there somewhere
I'm okay I swear
And i will find a way to deal with all of this for myself