I feel like I haven't touched the ground in a long, long time Wanna run away to the woods live alone feel alive Instead I'm feeling trapped in my life Stuck in my ways Attached to this plane Of existence, always something missing Waiting for reactions, never taking action Never make it happen Living in the moment, isn't really what I had imagined There seems to be more than what I can see I should prolly pray to God But I'm afraid Because I know that I've lost my aim It's all that is on my brain And I talk too much And I think all day Think I lost my love But did I ever really have it to begin with?