Are we here and do you know why?
So many questions with no reply,
Sometimes it feels right to be in front of a certain face,
You feel there's no one beside you
You're floating deep in space...

Is it always a mistake?
Or do I choose not to take the chances I always wished for?
Because it feels right but inside there's a fight
When it's obvious I got nothing to lose!

Crawling back under the blanket
Trying to cover myself,

We think too much, wasting the time,
Eating the dust and choking.
Losing again without trying to win,
We're locking the beast within.