The Ronald Miller Story

No one ever told me what to think when I’m alone
No one ever told me how to feel when emotion is cold
Can she save me from my disease? A token sunrise sickens the incomplete
It’s an off day when I’m in control
It’s awfully hard to run away when my foot’s stuck in a hole
I thought it was remission and it felt so glorious
But it was adequate compared to what I am
Compared to who I’m trying to be, yeah
And I don’t even know who I think I’m trying to be