(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.)
What am i doing with my life?
i've tried to give myself a reason
why i look around
when everyone here's relieving
It looks like i'm stuck inside a memory
like a caption, in a picture of silence
it's another night, yours beloved
get's a little sick of this old place
Thinking of ways to get out
thinking of ways to get right out
thinking of ways to get, right out of here
Forgiven the change they make
when it gets clearer, and harder, and closer
to write this out
Now i listen, to what i have to feel
i can't rely on emotion itself, anymore
and you cantn try, to pretend
i don't exist anymore
when the change begins,
when things get clear
the first chance i get,
i'll run with what i got
Too many times, i look for the wrong thing
to justify everything so clear in my head
finally, i've reached a point of searching
so, bring out the feeling, of denying yourself
Forgiven the change they make
when it gets clearer, and harder, and closer
to write this out
As it gets closer to the end,
i still expect to pretend
that everyday in some way,
I'll finish, what i need to say
i'll finish, what i need to say
i'll finish, what i need to say