What is my purpose, my reason for being?
In searching so long, there's no answer I'm seeing.
Starting each new day, it's always routine,
A world with more color has yet to be seen.
I'm not who I wish for, I'm so far behind,
Turning to nothing, it's eating my mind.
Wishing to conquer and wanting to live,
I'd take this life over, my all I would give.
I want to be someone, I've pictured it so,
But I can't seem to find the direction to go.
For each step I take, I fall back two more,
Who clipped my wings from which I should soar?
I'm trapped here and lifeless, I've nowhere to go,
For each question I ask, there's no person who'd know.
So where do I turn now and how do I start?
This purpose I've looked for, I've yearned from my heart.
&& maybe when people say you've changed
its because you stopped living your life, their way...
My reflection makes me sick
The pain we feel is nothing new
Prescription drugs and photographs
Love, loneliness and nervous laughs
What you call misery through anxious eyes
Is something I can’t see..