| Lately, all my dreams seem like they are real
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| I think the days are starting to reveal themselves to me now
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| I live in constant distrust of myself
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| So if you ask me how I am, believe me when I say I don’t know
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| Lessons we’ve kept from playing this game will dissolve into the stars,
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| along with the monuments we’ve saved
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| Yet you look to me like I don’t know you
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| Wear that person suit and let it fucking float you
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| For if you knew what I knew today, you’d be swept into the undertow all the
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| fucking same
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| Unshackle this guilt, and let the world see me
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| Suffering ingrained, it’s gotta count for something
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| Tell me it counts for something?
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| I may look fine on the outside, like I’ve got the whole world in front of me
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| The truth is I was counting down the days until I’d no longer breathe
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| Release me from this carousel of fleeting thoughts
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| Something has to change
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| And we’re all going nowhere pretty fast
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| No one’s saying what they really mean anymore, but their eyes give all the
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| answers
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| And all I want to say is that I’m scared, and I don’t know why we’re here, |
| and I don’t know what to do, but I know that I don’t wanna die
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| All I know is that I’ve found something that makes me feel alive
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| I see the mountain and I calculate the distance
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| I see the sunrise, I calculate the risk
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| I know that I must survive
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| But what if we were wrong?
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| And soon I won’t have a choice, I’m pressing my finger on the switch
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| How much more pressure before it clicks? |