One of the Swarm
I've been lost
Down every road I followed
I've been tossed
You
A painted mind
Has no resistance for
What you are
You step right in
Used to be something
Used to be something
I feel lost
Obedient, no more
Tamed to be
Your reverie
I'm sure you
Can't even tell my name
Cuz I'm just one of the swarm
Yet on my own
Used to be something
Used to be something
Writer/s: Little Ease
