in my eyes i see just a dying dream
have i wasted my life? will i soon pay the price?
at the end of the road, will i be alone?
stuck with memories and what could have been.
when i'm in a room of people
i still feel completely alone
roof over my head, things i call my own
but no place feels like home
29 years deep in life
and i still can't find my place
the only thing i have in my hands to show
is my sulking face
every day is a new defeat
and yet i still push on
the empty look in my face
should tell you something is wrong
no patience left in my body
everything else hangs by a string
complacent in my decline
and no desire to change a thing
so how long can i fake this smile?
will i be older looking back at all the mistakes?
and regretting that i have nothing?
cause each year i get colder
and the disappointments engulf me.
but this smile will fade in time
have i ever really been alive?
