There's something in my blood
Something in my energy
Call it soul perhaps
That connects me to this place
Rooted like an ancient tree
Impulsive destiny
Subconscious in a lot of ways
I tried to leave a time or two
Sabotage creeping around every half decision
I always end up backing down
Painful though it is
I'm supposed to be here
In the middle of some sort of existential war
Counseling the wounded
Though I'm bleeding too
I kind of understand why
Maybe that helps
