I desperately seek meaning
I need it
I wake up everyday with nothing to do
I know lots of others do too
We want to do something
But we can't
The lines between what we do and don't are blurred
But everyday we wake up without purpose
I beg for it, a sign, something
An idea, a hope, someone
Grasping for a straw in the dark
I cry myself to sleep everyday
Begging to a god I don't believe in
to give me hope and purpose
and I get nothing
There have to be more than this
There must be more than this
I have dreams too you know
Things I want to do, that I have to do
stuff I never get around to
I'm stuck in a swamp of my own despair
and I can't get out
I reach for you, but you don't lend me your hand
You smile as you slowly back away
Reality is that it's not you, it's me
I'm the one backing away when you extend your hand
I'm the one who doesn't ask you for help
I'm the culprit in my own despair
and I still blame you