Woorden: Cale Hawkins. Caught.

I've made up my mind
Don't have to think about it, cause I'm doing just fine
But when it's not right
Does that justify it just because it was mine?

These random acts are
Breaking me down
I don't know where to go
These random acts are
Breaking me down
Am I good on my own

Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a sandstorm

When you're caught in the middle
There's no room on each side of you you're stuck there for life
And when you are little
Can someone pick on you even if they're not your size

These random acts are
Breaking me down
I don't know where to go
These random acts are
Breaking me down
Am I good on my own

Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a sandstorm