We keep on searching for the life that we want,
Why cant we want the life that we have?
When its the one we're living that we're wasting,
Its the one that we want that were chasing.
We keep anticipating the next moment, hoping for a better tomorrow
Why cant we dance every second were present?
When the speed of our heart is the spark in our death.
Its the time that we've lost that were mourning.
Giving precious life to those that so carelessly use it.
We keep on running from who it is we are,
Why cant we want the person in the mirror?
When who we are has gotten us this far.
