Testo Tied To Strings

The wind moves gently by me
Leaves tremble on the trees
As I dig my fingers through my ribcage
In search of the air I breathe

I am trying to let go
Of the need to know
Why my insides turn as though Tied to strings, pulled by hands
Somewhere just out of sight
I don't wanna put up a fight

I'm forever on the ride
The moon pulling the tide
The moon pulling the tide