Whoa Is Me

The only things surrounding you now
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience
They are the make up of your worries, regrets and doubts
Collective portrayal of your person radiates confidence
Shine with silence and shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow
But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow
But when the water comes, I will overflow

There's one more thing, forgot to tell you
Worries and doubts will only help you
In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow
But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow
But when the water comes, I will overflow