I wish I could fully express what's inside. I wish that doing so would make it all just fine. I wish this distance here between us would subside... but these wishes are not real. In spite of this, something in me pushes to try.
This life of mine - these feelings that I feel. We cannot leave these same old pains alone this time.
This life of mine - these things I see are real. This need to let it go it makes me feel alive.
In this life, are we to sit and wonder how? How does it all stand itself if it's just one great big sin?
As someone tells me how this life is just the physical, but can't create it on his own or say how it begins. Somewhere in my mind before the din of salespeople; a simple sense to wonder why without a will to win. If we're to find what's real, why would it be so difficult? Are we to suffer what they've said or see it for ourselves again?
This life of mine - these feelings that I feel. This smiling sense to know there's nothing to decide.
This life of mine - these things I see are real. Forgiveness for those rigid thoughts I held inside.
Another day of walking around to the other side of the bridge.
I never know why I want anything at all.
It was just yesterday that this place seemed so big, but now it's tattered... it's beaten...
It's tortured; it's small.
So I try to get my mind on through,
but I get some unrelated point of view like
Some say the dumb man is better because he does not know, he's always glad.
Some say the smart man is better, but he pays the price of being sad.
But in this world full of nothing it won't matter which one you have.
Front row and center just to hear this love letter are the few, the proud, the bored.
Slap my face until I see what the truth is at a quarter until four... but this love for music will make me ask for more.
So I hear a voice on the long ride home that says I'm not alone.
When your mind thinks of nothing - that's when you'll understand.
When your heart wants for nothing, you and the whole world will walk hand in hand.
Some say the beginning is better, because you can see what's to come.
Some say the ending is better, because you can see what the next is coming from.
But in this world full of nothing, you're future focus will leave you numb.
This song could be about flying
Or all the new things I'm trying
Some brand new thought on some dying
Some polar thought on your lying
but I don't really feel like it now...
Sometimes I just want to sit here and let my mind take a break
It's not that I mind working past midnight, but there's this time that I'll take.
What about all the anger?
Don't really feel like it now
What about all the things you could do?
What about all the fear here?
I don't really feel like it now and I can't change what was never mine.
Be Honest.
It's not enough that you want me to...
Starts a sigh on the paper that finds these bindings and blades that we press against each other claiming love and devotion.
There is a simple truth: We are broken and scared. Lack compassion past these fenceposts and hoping life doesn't make commotion.
This twin of mine is only in your mind;
it's not mine.
It's not enough that you want me to...
I want to breathe and see as I go through my life. What you want just doesn't fit. It doesn't fit what I understand.
There is a pressure you place to feed the need and fill the void. It tries to keep me here in this place that I don't want to be.
I don't want to be, don't want to be, don't want to
It's not enough that you want me to.
It's not enough and you push on me.
It's not enough that you want me to.
What relationship is there when you ignore what is real?
It's not enough that you want me to...
It's not enough and you push on me.
I will hide. I will hide it all down.
You will love me for your own sake.
This is my humble benevolence.
We spend these years just hanging on words.
And never see how it's so absurd.
We spend these years just hanging on words.
These words aren't water in some desert.
I will smile when you say I am best.
I'll weakly deny I think it true.
I am your medium to the truth.
This I know. This I know. This I know.
We spend these years just hanging on words.
And never see how it's so absurd.
We spend these years just hanging on words.
These words aren't water in some desert.
Sat cross-legged for hours now - looking to fight it; Still looking to escape it. I hope I'm past it!
But I'll follow what he says and follow what he does. Massaging my self-loathing and empty to anger.
No matter what you say or what you do no one thing can ever satisfy your life.
And I don't care how it seems or how you feel since you don't seem to see what is right.