What do I believe?

when I question myself
when I look real deep
I see a deep unexplainable fear in me
I'm searching for something I can't see
but yet I need

I have this wanderlust
a desire to roam
I'm a stray dog
without a home

and when I think
of what I've done
made a fake masterpiece
with hope and a gun

I'll bring up a memory
deep in my head
regress back to childhood
before I wished I was dead

bring back that little boy
you used to be
before the steel monster
rolled over you and me