It's easy to say that you're living
check your pulse
Proudly announce that it's there
but are you living?
or are you dying?
We're all dying slowly
it's a fact of nature
it's a fact that finality awaits

When I say living
I don't just mean
having a pulse
having breath inside your lungs
No
Living is much more
Living is experiencing as much as you can
Not fearing death
but embracing it as a reality
being able to overcome

Life to me is precious
Every given moment
Living to me
is doing the things
that bring peace and harmony to my soul
these things are different for everyone
but for me
Living is hugging trees on nameless trails
It's climbing rocks
Being captured by mountain views
Views so spectacular, that tears of joy fill my eyes

See living, living is spending your time
with the people you love
Spending your time
doing the things that make your heart want to smile
Eventually, everyone dies
The best thing you can do is to live life
Don't spend it dying

I hate to write,
and I hate to lie.
but they're synonymous tonight
and yet opposites all the same.

I love to give,
and that's alright.
I'm quite insane,
and my life's a night.
My life is a shame,
but I'm alright.

I'd hate to survive,
but I'd love to kiss.
It's all I've ever wanted,
I'd love some bliss.
I'd love to love,
but it's always gotten away.
I've always gotten hate,
I've always gone insane.

Like I said,
I love to give.
But it makes me feel like a sieve;
-something simple,
-something bleak.
-simply something of a crystal,
-someone you can't see.

I hate to writhe,
so I hate life,
I try to thrive
before I think twice.
I hate to live
but that's alright.

And before I die,
as I might.
I must say,
either way,
It's quite alright.

I'm out here getting drunk on
memories,
While you're out there being sober on reality.