The grass is always green but I can’t feed this craving I’ve led a great life but still there’s something missing A sense of security, a sense of comfort It feels like the world is stepping on my neck It’s not what I had in mind My skies are never cloudy, my eyes are always closed My skies are never cloudy but I’m still searching for gold I tore out the pages left to read Never realized I needed to know the ending There was no conclusion for miles and miles What the hell is wrong with me? It’s quite clear that I should be happy So I’ll rewrite the whole thing In the end it’s my own story I burned those pages, they’re gone, Won’t live that life anymore Turns out I didn’t need the pages left to read