Searching for a purpose; so I maybe know where to go, Searching for a best high; when life is keeping me low, Searching for the lows; when my highs get out of control.
Searching for a lot of things...
Searching for a reason; to justify the answer, Searching for my joy; to cure all my depression's cancer, Searching for my feet; to pretend that I'm a perfect dancer.
Searching for a lot of things...
Searching for trouble; as innocent as I am, Searching for ***;Β Β just to pretend I'm a man.
But the search hurts, like words in a script of a painful verse.
Life has rehearsed.
With the cameras always rolling, the pains are always emerging, Everything is so controlling, and I might not know where I'm going.