I can't rest easy, because the thought of uncertainty haunts. If I'm living or just breathing. Am I content or just out of it. I was lead to believe, that tomorrow is a new day, But now I'm grown, and its the same old sun, and the exact same demons I've been running from. Now all I think about is money, sex and what's on TV. Regrets, and the occasional sin. God can you give me a sign if I'm wrong? I've believed in you for so long for this feeling just to be gone. Give me the slightest reason to have some hope that there's more to life than this intoxicated numb. And there's more to see, than the fucking hell that I come from. This place doesn't feel like home anymore. All sense of warmth has disappeared. Only thing that's left is this loneliness that I feared. Sad truth is, we're are all meant to hurt, simply lost set to find our own escape. Because we're all just so sick of feeling this way. Maybe if I fake a smile and just pretend I might figure out the perfect plan. I might figure out the perfect plan. Maybe i might figure out the perfect plan. Learning to forgive is the hardest part for me. Simply letting go sounds so easy, but I just can't figure it out. Doing my best to gain wisdom, from lessons I had so young. But I cant let go. I wont let go, of the things that held me down. Instead I'll run with it, and i'll run with it and i'll embrace it. I'll embrace it. Slow and steady, silent but strong. Who cares if I'm wrong, or even if I'm ready. I've failed once and I've tasted defeat plenty of times. I won't give up on a better tomorrow, and I'll say goodbye to these familiar skies. I won't give up on tomorrow, and I'll say goodbye to these familiar skies.