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[Earthquake]

I redid this:

I had been born freespirited, but already tortured by my own hands, given to me by my parents.
It is so hard and lonely when you don't know yourself.
However, give your love no matter what.
I won't despair.
A mountain doesn't feel the need to speak.
Deep inside a canyon is where I hide and my face will never show what is now real.
Eventually, I get up and jump and I kick a hole in the sky.
How long will I slide? Turn me on and take me for a hard ride.
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl.
It's on the rise.
I'm slow to finish, but quick to start and I keep moving...I keep moving..

Sometimes I feel all alone.
I never worry, now that is a lie.
Give me a soul to squeeze.
Twisting and turning, I'm feeling the burning as my dependency is offending, upending, and warping me.
Time gets fast, but everything gets slow.
My dependency is like a bridge I go under downtown.
Under the bridge downtown is where I drew some blood, I could not get enough, forgot about my love, and gave my life away.
Hurt by the cold, am I all alone?
Please don't tell me who you think I am.
Please don't look right through me.
Don't look too close at me either as you might not like what you see.