Meaningfulness Is nothing more than the blue print of an idea Gaze through angst and despair Or lack thereof, And we pretend like something’s there.
The agony! Born in the dark, And cursed to be free Do words we don’t define Cease to exist, and float in the air?
I’ve lost all faith that there’s a heart inside my chest 'Cause when you truly give your all, there’s nothing left Existence precedes Any role I could define
She whispered that sometimes just being is more than I ever could hope for Just keep doing nothing. I promise you dearest, Just being is more than I ever could hope for. Just keeping doing nothing.