From Nowhere at All (unfinished)

Why can't I describe It's so hard to hide I'm not even on my own side Times like this When I'm flying high I try I try To live for now And I do somehow But I can't predict The sharp edge that pops me And when it comes I lose it Never knowing I keep going Slowly sliding falling flat I thought I knew where I was at I don't think this is home The whimsical melodies Keep me afloat I'm such a queen now And I don't even know how Where you can't find a root There's a fascinating hope That you'll never die And never need to cry But I can't predict The knife that cuts me And when it comes I need a tourniquet Never Knowing I keep going Slowly sliding Falling flat I thought I knew where I was at I know this isn't home