I've got to find a balance, keep turning over lanterns trying to find the candle that keeps burning despite my desperate attempts to blow it out.  So strong yet I'm breaking under the pressure of the expectations to be exactly who each of you expects me to be.  Unplug and throw away, I need to retract back to simpler days.  All I need is a cup of strong coffee, a baseball mitt and a pair of warm socks.  A smile to share and a hand to hold, someone to scream at and cuddle with at night.  I'm self sufficient till the nightlights go dim and the fire's all used up and I'm left to my own thoughts, digressing from the original issue back to my own personal flaws.  I'm a sad excuse for independence, a pathetic picture of adolescence.  Sometimes I feel like I was placed in the wrong part of the world, at the wrong time... my soul needs to fly.