Video de What It Means to Be Alive

Open this book and turn the page
Document my flaws
As leaves from a tree in Fall
I’m writing about how I lost it all
I was a man with a heart of gold
My gaze was fixed upon the world
But with every kick to the ground
My mind began to shut it down
I didn’t trust a single soul
I lost faith in a place called home
My mind became a prison
Every thought held the taste of poison
Call me selfish, call me a mess
After everything I probably deserve it
I will never apologize
So long as the world is black in my eyes
I’ve dug my grave
To try and ease the pain of being afraid
All I’ve become
Is an empty shell of who I used to be
I’ve lost faith in reality
I’ve lost faith in me
I’m trying to do what’s best for me
It’s pointless to hide my misery
The struggle of knowing what has become of me
The nightmare of life is my reality
Searching for the light
What’s the point to fight?
What’s the point to fight?
When our life’s a lie
Open this book and turn the page
Document my flaws
As leaves from a tree in Fall
I’m writing about how I lost it all
I was a man with a heart of gold
My gaze was fixed upon the world
But with every kick to the ground
My mind began to shut it down
Searching for the light
What’s the point to fight?