Wide awake and asking questions
seeing lights outside, dont want a hero
just want a hand a person by my side
blinded by ambitions of death and sorrow
wondering if you see my name like i see yours
written in the ground, shadowing on the walls
nothign is quite as clear as it is now to me
thriving off insanity, hearing words of yesterday
living the same tortorous days over again
whispers from the wind make it clearer every day
everynight seems to go wrong so lost in my own head
feeling emptier hour by hour, colder minute by minute
all the noise cant combat my thoughts unspoken through the weeks
i know ill never be good enough, forever a ghost in the dark
too much to ask for you to lowere yourself to me
even thought it wont ever be
i still wish the truth would be that i could be good enough
smart enough, sensitive enough, not so me
just for one night so i could be good enough just for a little bit
