I guess my mind wanders off from time to time. Sometimes I convince myself that all this fight in the world, It's not mine. Why should I have to try? To fix things I didn't create or contrive. Do you feel the weight of the world singing sorrow? Or to you is it just not real? Cause you got your own things.

Have the habits, had you? Has it been for long? Can you feel the souls behind what's going on?