Hover - Weathervane

I can go with the flow or swim,
It depends on the mood I’m in
I’ve been lying to myself through the years
But I guess that’s what keeps me here

There she stands and stares just to feed myinsecurity
Well, my friends say things behind my back
But again, that’s just what I think

How fast can the wind blow?
How strong am I now?
Am I good to go?

Growing old makes me feel like giving up
Waking up is just too heavy to carry on

There she stands and stares just to feed myinsecurity
Well, my friends say things behind my back