Wandering through life without a sense of direction.
Searching for meaning for so long that I can’t stand my own reflection.
What happened to the rhythm that used to flow in synchronicity?
I’m lost and I don’t think I’ll ever be found because there’s no key to help me find better scenery.
So as I gaze at the stars on a cold autumn night, I’ll try to find new dreams that maybe aren’t out of sight.
I don’t want to fade away into the night.
But who knew this life would force you to put up this much of a fight.