Wide open lenses stare at this screen in front of my gaze
it's no haze that holds me inthis  place anymore
I feel tired but there's something else
I want it all
But I know there's something else
It's probably nothing
or is that what I'd like to think
It's probably some female shit of the brain
I'm used to that
could be stress, they say stress killed something
maybe it was the girl
maybe we will wait a few weeks and see
see who will win this world.
I don't know what to talk about I dont know how to win
I dont know where i'll be tomorow
or if i'll let myself in
the game has started
don't know the ending yet
Maybe someday I'll get my feet wet
I coud be missing my faith
but I'm not that dependant
it could be me
but who am I
I used to know the answer to these questions
now it's pop quiz on my soul
and I cant be held responsible for my actions
and I cant seem to find
the right answers this time.
I know  I want em
But I cant find em
I know I need em
but for now I'll just wait
shit it can't be that time
.