if all my senses say, "No place exists for you"?
What's the use in holding out my arms?
Couldn't find reasons if I tried to.
What's the use in floating
if all it does is tell you someone's under you?
What's the use in being if I learn to be neglectful to all the things
that mean the most to most of you?
I can hear me say,
more than likely I'm the one you're living for.
If you find find out I am, then you'll finally understand when I say
more than likely I'm the one you're living for.
What's the use in playing
for all the things that mean so much to none of you?
What's the use in pouring out my heart into situations
I could cry through?
Oh, what's the use in closing
all the doors that let the loving into you?
What's the use of loving if I learn not to feel anything at all
even if it means the most to you?
And I can hear me say,
more than likely I'm the one you're living for.
If you find out I am, then they'll finally understand when I say
more than likely I'm the one you're living for.
Even if you find
that I'm trancsending most of my mind
through the often closing door.
What's to come and what's in store?
Even if because
you find I'm sending most of my love
through the often closed mask...I must inquire
what you're living for.
What's the use in clinging?
Let go
to all the hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies.
What's the use in buying all my time
to try to figure out the frame that likes to communicates these sighs?
And I can hear me say
more than likely I'm the one you're living for.
If you find out I am, then you'll finally understand when I say
more than likely I'm the one you're living for...