I think I'm happy. Mostly happy. On a green autumn day. I'm walking lazy. Barely moving. Settle out and fade away. Seems a life is something more than a journey with no end. I just want to lose it all and find myself again. I'm on my own… I'm on my own…. I don't need a conscience to tell me how I feel. I don't need these weary eyes to focus on what to conceal. I don't need anybody to tell me who I am. Blame it on a broken heart- I'm falling apart again