| I buried my face into my palms again
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| Tryin' to wake up
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| On my world that is tired of spinnin' here
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| Why do I fail my feet are stuck to cement
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| Sink into the bottom of my soul
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| I try to stand up to catch my self reflection
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| The shattered pieces collapse to the floor
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| Why can’t I crawl to my dark corner, hard and cold
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| Sometimes my grip wants to let go
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Do I have what it’s gonna take
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| To keep on keeping on
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Can I take this weight from holdin' me down
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| Another morning sucked that night
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| Another night passes away
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| (Recently it all just feels the same)
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| I try to laugh it off, but it grows where I’m soft
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| Gripping into me while I sleep
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| Holdin' on feels like the wrong direction
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| Why do my dreams come out fake
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| A lot, a lot short of satisfaction
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| It least I’m locked in a familiar place
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Do I have what it’s gonna take
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| To keep on keeping on
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Can I take this weight from holdin' me down
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| I work myself over
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| I work myself over, again
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Do I have what it’s gonna take
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| To keep on keeping on
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| So wide a wide awake I lay
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| Can I take this weight from holdin' me down |