Want to be happy,
Want to stop just existing,
Want to find that air worth breathing,
Just want to find that something,
That makes life worth living.
the current to liven the sails,
The hammer to pull out all these damn nails.
Because nothing is worth it.
Without something behind it.
A life without love isn't a life worth living.
Lungs with no room for breathing
But I still have time, i think il keep on waiting.
Maybe one day, it'll change,
Maybe one day this hole won't become my grave
But the plot is dug and there's a stone that bares a name,
It looks like mine, but I'm too scared, in my shame,
To read the inscription etched within its frame.
Maybe someone someday will grow fond of me,
But you know,
that's not really something that I can see.
I'm almost to where I'm going,
And when I'm home,
Il be finally free,
And maybe after everything il finally be able to get some sleep
When I close my eyes,
And I'm no longer forced see,
I can forget about the day,
And everything that has to be,
And when I wake up in the morning,
Maybe this time il like what I see,
Maybe il enjoy what has to be,
Il just have to wait and see
And when I wake up in the morning,
maybe this time il like what I see,
Maybe il enjoy what has to be.