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Sitting around with a dazed expression
Asking myself what I'm going to do now
The weather's nice but my feet are cold
Am I alive and have I died before
I swear I thought I felt
Does it even matter anymore
Only breathing by the beat of a heart
That couldn't be mine when I wanted more
A tempo I can't stand much anymore
No reason or cause to get out of my head
There's a pained expression I don't want to see
A message that's denying me
And I find myself thinking I don't need any help
It's troublesome to think aloud
And If I think right now I'm afraid
I'd keep coming back to an unwelcoming door
Only to find a glimmer of hope
I shouldn't see anymore