You're quiet and unbearably loud
You're pathetic and meek yet proud
You're tall and tiny, brave and cowered
Your heart's in your chest and your hands
Constantly balancing indecision
Hopelessly hoping for more
Nothing decided without much revision
Unbroken, it seems, yet torn
You're searching for peace
Your tracks are a warzone
You'll fly high and undoubtedly fall
You can see far ahead
You're badly shortsighted
You're hunting, but not sure what for
You call all the shots
You don't have control
You're bolting but still you stand
You play by the rules, you're always revolting
Your heart's in your chest and your hands
Your heart's in your chest and your hands
