Life is what you make of it but I'm no artist nor engineer I've made nothing of my life and feel like I'm barely here You are what you eat at least that's what they say I can't remember my last meal and now I'm withering away When I look inside myself it's just a shattered heart Impossible to put together there's nowhere to start Puzzle pieces in my soul but I no longer know If it's something to be fixed or where the pieces go
It's just a simple rope and a plain old chair But for that brief moment they let me walk on air