I walk through life with my palms open, my arms spread wide
and i keep my eyes looking up at the sky thinking
what was it i was supposed to do today?
i can't remeber now
i've flipped through my lists a dozen times
tripped over words that just don't ryhme
and i just can't seem to remember
what it was i was trying to say
because i feel like every time i write these words
they turn out all wrong
or like lyrics to some sort of ****** country song
and i can't help but wonder "am i trying too hard?"
to make you see this side of me that i truely don't understand myself
and it's not that i don't know who i am or what i stand for
because there are a million things i would like to say
and would gladly die for them if only given the chance
it's these words that i spill out come from a place even i haven't explored
and i would if given the time, i would take up my sheild and my sword
and ride away into the sunset and not return until i had learned
what it was i was going for.
it seems that one day just blurs into the next
and they fly by so quickly that i can't catch them with my net
and these hours i try to cherish don't seem to last
they were my future but now, now they're my past
the present you see doesn't last
and it just comes and goes way too fast
and i wish, i wish i could understand,
why it was i tried to make you see my point of view,
when yours is so much more interesting.