| I’m giving up all expectations
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| That I will live a meaningful life
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| I once was filled with inspiration
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| That lion heart has lost his pride
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| I am not the person that I thought that I would be
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| I keep tripping over the same steps
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| The stars aren’t beautiful
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| Advice is never useful
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| And I still walk the line held tight with my regrets
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| I’d rather die than live like this
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| I’ve gotta give up giving in
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| «Some people never will go crazy,
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| What horrible lives they must lead.»
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| I’m going to try and paint new scenery
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| And build a window to help me see
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| I am not the person that I thought that I would be
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| I keep tripping over the same steps
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| The stars aren’t beautiful
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| Advice is never useful
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| And I still walk the line held tight with my regrets
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| I’d rather die than live like this
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| I’ve gotta give up giving in
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| I have got my eyelids stapled shut
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| I have failed but I’m used to it
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| The past is just that
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| It’s a sunken old ship
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| There will be moments
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| I pretend
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| That I can raise it up
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| Up back from the depths
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| Who the fuck am I kidding?
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| I was born with the curse of always giving in
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| Every day is another chance
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| To make peace with myself
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| But I would rather play dead
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| Sure it looks easy when it’s through borrowed eyes
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| «The hero has a thousand faces», none of them matching mine
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| Fuck the world, fuck the stars, fuck the person you are
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| None of this will matter if I don’t give up folding my cards
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| I keep tripping over the same steps
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| The stars aren’t beautiful
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| Advice is never useful
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| And I still walk the line held tight with my regrets
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| I’d rather die than live like this
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| I’ve gotta give up giving in
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| I have got my eyelids stapled shut |