I’ve been going round in circles
writing all the same old lines
trying to make some sense of it all
my theories, confusion
the truth in my rhymes.
It’s all temporary
I say to the ghost in the mirror
each day you look a little thinner
truth is we we could stay lost like this forever
Give me a sign at least
that one day we will get better
something’s gonna come together
we can’t stay lost like this forever *chorus*
I need you to tell me this life’s worth living
Cuz it’s taking more outta me than it’s giving
I need you to tell me, again we will meet
and it will have been worth all this pain and defeat
It’s all temporary
I say to the ghost in the mirror
each day you look a little thinner
truth is we we could stay lost like this forever
Give me a sign at least
that one day we will get better
something’s gonna come together
we can’t stay lost like this forever
So am I writing your story now?
Am I here to keep your legacy alive?
To try and help her somehow survive?
To go back in time and see,
where we all went wrong when we had a family?
Am I here to fully self destruct?
To find a new way to stay stuck?
Are you gone but I’m still here
because we have the worst of luck?
Truth is, the whole thing is fucked. *bridge*
