I've been thinking for too long,
Trying for so long.
Nothing seems to work,
Kinda have the feeling nothing can ever really work.
What do I really need?
Love?
A miracle for happiness?
Hope?
I'm still searching the answers for these questions,
Something I'd probably never find.
But for all it's worth,
I'd like to know.
Escaping reality never seemed more tempting,
drowning myself in tears never felt so right.
Leaving behind the question for me of who am I?
Making mistakes is alright,
having regrets is fine.
It's just a constant reminder of what's not right.
Drowning myself in who I used to be and who I want to be,
I lock myself in a maze.
Waiting for yet another miracle,
to save me from this undying uncertainty.
I got everything I wanted,
yet, I can't help but feel the same.
Maybe all I need is to feel alive
and shield myself from my imaginary pain.
