These feelings I'm feeling, they're slowly building. No matter how much I keep trying, It's still quite revealing. There's something missing, I've tried looking. I'm still wondering and thinking, what's the meaning. Every time it's morning, I'm falling, But I start questioning, Am I truly willing? My thoughts starts speaking, I'm carefully listening. Then again where I'm going, would I be leaving? Or would I be staying, But where would this be leading? I've tried believing, I've got nothing; Something that I'm doing, Is it worth living? Am I resisting, Should I be fleeing What am I doing? , voices starts exploding. Why am I still running, I'm not the one leading. I'm just only hoping, it would start healing. I'm still bleeding. I'm dying. I'm a human being. So am I dreaming? 'Cause I'm still breathing. Resistance is futile when I'm losing. The truth is killing Because no way I would be winning.