I'm nineteen years young
And my mind is weathered.
I'm nineteen years young
And things aren't getting any clearer.
Since '88
I've felt this hate
Suffocated by my inability
To overcome the unknown.
Only fragments of memories
I can't piece together.
I can't turn inwards
Because I can't see
Because I can't fully understand
Who I was born to be.
I have a family who will
Always love the me that they never see.
My tormented soul ravages me
After a lifetime of praying.
I'll come to an end
Only to find my years of praying have fallen
To deaf ears.
Ideas come from nowhere.
Where was the beginning of it all?
I've cheated, I've lied, I've stole, I've sold my soul,
All in hopes of ending it all.
The future I see looks bright
But the lights are dimming.
The future I see looks bright
But the lights are dimming.
But the lights are dimming.
I'd pray to him if I thought he was real.
I wouldn't question him if he could make me feel
Anything other than apathy
Anything other than certain tragedy.
I've got not other choice
But to have faith in life
Regardless of the end.
I must live my life.
I'm seeing the world in black and white.
As if everyday I live is a memory
Of another persons life.
As if everyday I live is from another's life