I try to speak, but my voice don’t quite sounds as mine.
I try to stay cool, but I always fall back to who I am.
The darkness in my heart must be warm, because I keep attracting people whenever I’m down.
My path is running cold, there is no track of where I’m going.
Would you follow my lead if you knew?
Disoriented and scared to do wrong, scared that the opportunities are long gone.
What if I choose the wrong one?
If you knew I’m blind, would you still follow my lead?