Disorder

Some days are just a waste Some days I'm nice just to please someone Some days I look behind And I don't see where I come from Some days, some days Some days I'm like a leaf I let the wind decide where I will go Some days I feel like I could fly But I look around and just see strangers Some days, some days Some days the drugs are not enough There is no cure for this disorder Some days I need you close to me I'm in your blind spot and I know we are unmade