Just had this "urge":

To be dead and still alive
Is something I understand
Like knowing very well
The palm of my hand

To be here and disappeared
To be there and unaware
I'm nowhere to be found
But I'm safe and sound

Whatever happened to me
I know is all my fault
Whatever happened is lost
In the middle of doubt

"In the middle of something" is what we are.
Sometimes I don't know that I'm walking backward or forward or nowhere.
Hey, any theory cannot use to describe our broken mind accurately.

"In the middle of something" is what we are.
Sometimes I don't know that I'm walking backward or forward or nowhere.
Hey, any theory cannot use to describe our broken mind accurately.

Sometimes I dare say we don't need to know where we're going. We just need to keep going.

It's not the destination which is important, rather the journey.