Why does the human heart have to love so much? Why do I have to yearn? I would like to accept that things are the way they are And who cares? But I do too much. I want such a different life than I am living And it's not so easy to just "take a different path." I like the road I'm on It is just far too slow And it's killing me.
I'm so tired of breathing the same stale air So tire of waking to nobody there Unbearably sick of living dependent