Am I really meant for so much more?
I keep reaching for the horizon
My shelter is hard as stone
But I yearn for steel
Content to change what was perfection
I am falling into the arms of distraction
Wake me from this madness
Please stop the world
I'm getting off right now
Compassion tends to lead to mistakes
And I have made more than a handful
Their happiness is my emptiness
Choices have always been confusing
Or maybe I'm just too unquenchable
Have I built towers that pierce the sky?
Have I built mountains that can't be scaled?
Solace has been served to me all this time
Why did I not see faith in you?