Why can’t I make up my mind?
On questions that can take my life,
I fall from these stairs and look at the sky,
Do you know me? Have you even tried?
I slept outside instead.
Kill me now, I’ve already died.
I’ve wasted my life,
Went inside and cried.
Who can know me?
I don’t even know..
So I wasted my pretty soul.
So I wasted my pretty soul.
I’m several miles away,
I will never go home,
till I untangle,
from these power lines.
It will be a long year like I said.
You might not even get to say goodbye.
Its so restless in my mind.
I need to sit back and unwind.
But I pace these halls and talk aloud,
Do you know me? Have you even tried?
Theres a tale that everyone seems to know.
When you feel like you have never been so alone.
Then it pushes you around and ends so harsh
Who can know me?
I dont even know..
So I wasted my pretty soul
So I wasted my pretty soul
Its waiting to see,
that what happens next,
that drives all the people,
insane.
This is the part when I cry,
because going to sleep is so hard.
So I grew twenty-two years,
and I tried to find holy cheer.
I turned the news on, couldn’t believe what I saw,
people said that they knew me, I was wrong.
Then I headed back to my old town.
It was like I was royalty thats crowned.
I met my old friend, he stood up and said,
“I know you, you dont even know.”
Now I’ll bear out my pretty soul.
Now I’ll bear out my pretty soul.
He said, “How are you my friend?
Its been a long time!
Its been twenty-two years,
and I thought that you died.”
“It was a long time.” I said.
“I never got the chance to say goodbye.”
