I used to think that I was the one to constantly change,
But [bad word] to realize I'm not, as [bad word] dictate my ways.
And I continue to question if my bubble of insecurity will burst someday.
Will burst someday? I want to know its nature. 
Is my substance allowed to see the light of day?

Find out who I am in this universe [bad word] Where nothing is set in stone...

Why can’t I chase the shadow of my dreams? So elusive, volatile and vague.
No matter how hard I try It all remains motionless and intact.
The cord known as pressure is draggin me down night and day.
Array of problems... What can I do? What shall I say?
I’m closing these dried eyes. I’m filled with dismay.

Find out who I am in this universe [bad word] Where nothing is set in stone...

And when the day is over alone I'll walk this road of uncertainty and fear.
The endless road I once paved myself to remind me of my own vulnerabilities.
I will keep walking as an attemp [bad word] who I am.
I hope there's time enough 'cause there's a feeling that I might [bad word] dry.