Insecure...

I don't know where I'm going,

I don't know where I'm at;
The poignancy is growing,
The dreams are dripping wet.
I'm insecure,
I need a cure.

I look into the mirror,
The smile ain't breaking through;
In the grips of terror,
I don't know what to do.
I'm insecure,
I need a cure.

Wading through the rising water,
I watched my hopes perish;
A mate,I guess,is all I'm after,
A bonhomie to cherish.
I'm insecure,
I need a cure.

I don't know if God does exist,
I could really use a sign;
Craving for a ray in the mist,
A heart forever mine.
I'm insecure,
I need the cure.