| The story of my life
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| And I speak to you, no filtered character to hide behind
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| All the fucked up thoughts that rush in through my brain
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| Will I lose the voice that keeps me sane?
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| And will they see it?
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| 'Cause I’m running blind here
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| And nothing seems clear
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| I look up to the sky and I find I wonder why
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| Why the hell am I alive and standing here?
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| Ashamed I am afraid that this all will be in vain
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| A burdened road to which the end I’ll disappear
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| I can’t help but feel this hopeless, vicious pit inside my gut
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| And it makes me question my decisions that I’ve made while growing up
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| I don’t know now
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| (Decisions I have made, have I fucked up?)
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| I don’t know how
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| (The future unfolds, all I crave is hope)
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| I look up to the sky and I find I wonder why
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| Why the hell am I alive and standing here?
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| Ashamed I am afraid that this all will be in vain
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| A burdened road to which the end I’ll disappear
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| I can see it, it’s in my sights
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| I just gotta reach it, pull it in before I go blind
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| It looks into me, dead in my eyes
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| And suddenly I notice I am terrified
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| I look up to the sky and I find I wonder why
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| Why the hell am I alive and standing here?
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| I look up to the sky and I find I wonder why
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| Why the hell am I alive and standing here?
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| Ashamed I am afraid that this all will be in vain
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| A burdened road to which the end I’ll disappear
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| I’m afraid I’ll disappear |