I fucking hate days like this!
Nothing matters, noone cares
Least of all me
Its cold outside
Empty inside
And there’s nothing to be done about either one.
Where is my passion?
Where is my drive?
Where is my focus
What am I going to do?
She said "We just lived and lived"
But what is that?
When days blur together
When nights pass in obscurity
When another morning dawns
And you realize you haven’t felt alive for more days than you can count?
Then you have to ask…
What am I going to do?
What matters?
Music, books, friends, family
Where are they?
Where are those people who cherish
What I cherish?
And how can I find them?
What am I going to do?
Who do you love?
Who do you trust?
Who could ever understand the fury inside me?
How do you show someone your face
When you can’t see it for yourself?
What am I going to do?
Waves crash against me
First one, then another and another
Without end.
Invisible ocean smashing onto a void
How do you show another?
How do they believe?
Do they even care?
What am I going to do?
Where is my passion, drive, my focus?
Where is my life taking me?
Why is it I’m no longer in charge?
Who the fuck am I anyway?
What am I going to do?
