I had big dreams,
Now they are all covered with haze
Sometimes it seems as if it tries to call my name
Trying to grab me
This haze, it suffocates me.
It wants me dead.
Sometimes it seems that life will never be a 4/4 rhythm.
It will always change,
And bring us to our knees trying to figure out "What the
FUCK?!!"
Why?
The most important question of our lives.
But why is a question you can never answer.
Now you're asking why?