My tired eyes will fall upon my failures My heavy heart left in my calloused hands Every day, unconscious to the outside world And trying to find an excuse to pretend that I’m alive
The thought of saying I’m just that lost can only make me sick For fear of loss of what I know So I’ll let the skeletons keep piling up To feel I’ve made myself a home.
I’ve got faith that I can cope I hope my life is more than hope.