everytime i try to find my light the darkness always has to fight everytime everything seems clear i notice i'm still standing here i'm waiting for something to come along but then again i could always be wrong a soothing silence, in the background of the noise i'm looking at myself why is it that my image is not so blurry to everyone else am i standing too close or is the mirror broken one day i'll figure this all out one day i'll live without so many doubts i'll trust myself for today and wait for tomorrow