What's the use in trying

For my senses say no place is this for you

Whats the use in holding out my arms

I couldnOt find reasosns

If I tried to

What's the use in floating?

If all it does is tell you someone's under you

What's the use in being if I learn to

Be neglectful to the all things that mean the most of you

But I can hear me say

More than likely

I'm the one you're living for

Find out oh yeah

And I finely understand

And I say

More than likely

I'm the one you're living for

More than likely

More than likely

What's the use in praying?

When all the things that mean so much

To none of you

What's the use in pouring out my heart

Into the situations I could cry through

Oh what's the use in closing

All the doors that let the loving into you

What's the use of loving if I learn

Not feel anything at all

Even if it means the most of you

I can hear me say

More than likely

I'm the one you're living for

Find out I am

Then I'll finely understand

More than likely

More than likely

I'm the one you're living for

Even if you find

That I'm transcending most of my mind

To the often closing doors

What's to come and what's in store

Even if because

I find them sending most of my love

To the often closed mess

You must require

What you're living for

What's the use in clinging (let go)

All the hosts that leave you somewhere next to lies

What's the use in buying all my time

Try to figure out the fame

Likes to communicate the size

I can hear me say

More than likely

I'm the one you're living for

Find out I am

And I can finely understand-