Cashing in on rain-checks I live
Withdrawn from surroundings.
I'm trying to feel it's not very rich,
Yesterday is in the past,
But tomorrow I don't see coming.
We have a gift a new today,
But I'm so sick of the present.
This is the end of what we used to know,
I'm breathing just fine but am I alive?
I'm living safe as a lonesome soul,
But I'm dying to feel so much less alone.
I'm reaching out but I'm feeling nothing!
As heavy hearted as a feather with no wind,
Broken hearted moving in circles,
Like an angel with one wing.
Yesterday is in the past,
But tomorrow I don't see coming.
We have a gift a new today,
But I'm so sick of the present.
This is the end of what we used to know,
I'm breathing just fine but am I alive?
I'm living safe as a lonesome soul,
But I'm dying to feel so much less alone.
I'm reaching out but I'm feeling nothing!
With bricks others have thrown.
This is the end of what we used to know,
I'm breathing just fine but am I alive?
I'm living safe as a lonesome soul,
But I'm dying to feel so much less alone.
This is the end of what we used to know,
I'm breathing just fine but am I alive?
I'm living safe as a lonesome soul,
But I'm dying to feel so much less alone.
This is the end of what we used to know,
I'm breathing just fine but am I alive?
I'm living safe as a lonesome soul,
But I'm dying to feel so much less alone.
I'm reaching out but I'm feeling nothing!
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