Still living as a shadow.
Tell me now, where does the good go?
Trying to find something with meaning.
Why can I only find it when I’m dreaming?
I know you make me feel like myself.
So tell me how can I stop the drought?
My mind is always hiding in the dark.
Is it the same with my heart?
Maybe one day I’ll be able to let the light shine through.
I guess I’m just happy you still want to continue.
You could probably say I’m still a mess.
So I don’t want to leave you with less.
But I’m struggling to be found.
I just hope I don’t drown.