Why am I still waiting, for something that won’t come?
What am I doing, when I can’t stand what I’ve done?
Why am I still wishing for something that won’t come true?
When your life ends, and there’s nothing you can do.
Why am I still hoping, that you will one day notice me?
When on the inside, I wonder if you even try to see.
Why am I still living, when I know I never even wanted to?
What’s the point of being here, when there’s nothing you can do?
Why am I still dreaming, of things that are to far gone,
Why am I still breathing?
Why am I still even here?
Do I even deserve to be in the same place as you?
Do you even notice all these questions that I want to ask you?
All the things if have never done, and all the things I want to do.
Questions, spinning around in my head, always returning
Fading away from all the things I love, never learning.
In life we all seem to take our roles, of those we leave behind
But there’s always more people, more friends we might find.
Until the day we come to rest,
Most all live and learn there best
Some don’t even know what they want inside,
Because life, is hard, and they live to hide
I have tried so hard, so hard to move on
But it’s so hard to try, when everyday is gone.
