You're living your life like a fly in the web, like a lonely blink of an eye
Never caught by a question about why you really came to life
You dig in the past when your chances have passed to decide what you would become
Instead of hanging on what you would've rather done, you better lived in the now
I don't know why i've become different, it must be my sickness of honesty
But i feel myself no more insufficient in preserving my own sanity
Why're you so frustrated? What are you searching for? Why're you staying isolated? i'm not going to ask you, no more...
You're trying to save yourself for tomorrow, an essential part of your day
Everything worth buying today is another wrinkle on your face
You dig in the soil where you're going to fall; buried and buried again
I can't escape from the scream of your apathy; you better looked inside
I don't know why i've become different, it must be my sickness of honesty
But i feel myself no more insufficient in preserving my own sanity
Why're you so frustrated? What are you searching for? Why're you staying isolated? i'm not going to ask you, no more... |
