I feel better when I believe in me.
It’s all about the story I decide to be.
When I’ve defrosted out of ice and snow.
When the grey ceiling is not so low.
I don’t know what causes it, I don’t know the trigger.
But sometimes the good things start to get bigger.
I can feel the sun and hear my friends.
Motivation and action lead to ends.
Things begin to work in the way that they wouldn’t.
I want to do things I used to feel like I shouldn’t.
The story you tell yourself is understood.
If you delude yourself make it something good.