Our actual presence here is mystery
And do we really want to know
Why we live, why we die ?
Is it really worth it ?

I'm confronted to death all the time
My work englobes taking care of pain
But I can't manage mine
And now, I'm the family of the dead.

What do say to someone who's now alone ?
Where do we go after we're dead ?
"Did he suffer, when he died ?" How do I know ?
And why do we really want to know ? What if it's yes ?

What is life ? What's the purpose of living?
Don't you wanna try, living a dead's life ?
What does he see now, where did he go ?
I just wish him to be in peace.

It's been a week,
and I'm still crying
For no good reason,
just because I'm me.

That's new to you,
and you're lost in my feeling
The one that pushes,
me into my depression.

Be sure I see,
all the efforts you're doing.
Be sure I know,
it's hard to when you don't understand

And when you held me
in your arms tonight,
A bit of the pain
went away.

And when you held me
tonight,
I finally understood
what didn't make cry

Along the shores of your mind,
You were passing by, watching the stars.
In the sky, the storm made you blind,
And your emotions became your prison bars.

The waves of feeling are still flushing away hope,
And all you are seeing is blue.
The memories are gone, so you scope
For a nicer view.

Seeing a bright light, across border,
You run for it and the dark fades away.
The sun on your skin, feeling no disorder,
You try again to swim in the unknown bay.

The weather is calm again
And you finally foresee something.
And the water is so clear after this hurricane,
That you can feel and see what is coming.

We sit around and talk about how the sky is falling,
How the world feels heavy and displaced every day
We talk about how our sky is falling,
Yet we move out of the way

We silently wish for a change to be made
We sit still as they commit their deadly sins
We search for some sort of meaning
Yet we never reach within

There are wars in our world, “but not close to us”
We talk about the news and debate over motives
But when it doesn’t hit home
The next day it goes unnoticed

So we still host our dinners, we write our Christmas lists
We change the station to music, we pour a glass of red
We talk about our day at work, we watch our favourite show
We kiss our children goodnight, we tuck them into bed

But there was a time those families did the same,
Wanted to make a change, but thought it wasn’t close
Until days later it really did hit home,
And it took away, what they loved most

In hard times, I used to forget myself ;
Caring became my escape from reality.
They weren't here for me, so I became their remedy,
The anchor, the one thing I wanted for oneself.

Now that hard times are finally behind me,
They don't need the anchor anymore.
Too content, I'm not what they look for
Maybe because I'm not available like I used to be...

And I still wet my eyes for manipulative people
Because I grieve my so-called friends and the old me.
I accept, again, that I've been used by somebody.
My heart aches, again, ashamed of having been feeble.

I have everything I've always wanted
But the feeling doesn't go away.
My eyes, my heart, my head are exhausted
I'm not used to feeling okay.

And those moments, when I feel like crying,
When I close my eyes and feel alone,
They haunt me down, and I'm shivering,
Scared that those problems will always be my own.

Life has never been perfect to me
And I don't believe in miracle.
How crazy would it be to be free
Of feeling afraid, lost, horrible ... ?