Still Figuring Me Out

Woke up with a question in my chest. Like I'm walking with a compass

that I haven't found yet. Everyone's moving fast, chasing dreams they already know.

But I'm still learning how to plant a seed and watch it grow.

And I don't have the answers, but I'm not giving up. Every step's a

little clearer, even when the road gets tough. 'Cause I'm still figuring me out.

Still chasing what I care about. I may be walking slow but I'm moving.

I'm still trying to rewrite my doubts. Turn them into something loud.

A voice inside that tells me to keep choosing a life that's mine somehow.