Is this all there is? I aim the question to you all But you have not answered this You're working nine to five you ache from inside And you're tired, have coffee, then you're tired again And it's the small victories, a ballpoint pen that's new The feeling of cold and how it never broke through A scornful smile that never came Someone new walks past you and doesn't look away Let's travel to another continent Help out at a hospital whatever there's to do Our heads feels like we do and something Make up for every time we never did anything What good would I be dizzy at the sight of blood I would take a notepad and lie still useless in my mind I guess I would be useless wherever I would be I aim that to you all and I heard no one disagree