Staring at the white above

Can't tell if I'm alive or am I dead

Or is it in my head?



Where'd I go wrong?



I'm Staring at the white above

One day I closed my eyes and here I am

A cold, unhappy man

I've come to realize the life I have I hate

The pulse I need is slowly fading

Until I've lost it all

I've been waiting for an inspiration

For a chance I never got to take

Before it's much too late



Where's the boy that used to run?

Could it be he's up and gone away?

He seems so far away

And all the things I could have done

Could it be they've up and gone away?

They seem so far away



'Cause It feels as if the boy in me

Has left and been replaced with a cheap and bitter

Imposter of myself

I must find the one that used to be

Approach him slow, don't be afraid to say