Sometimes, at night
Sometimes, at night
Sometimes at night, I ask myself
As I fight over control of myself
Am I doing anything right?
I don't even have a f*cking prize
I have nothing, not even a bit of life (life)
Sometimes I don't even know why, I'm here
(I'm here, I'm here, I'm here)
I'm not a singer, but these feelings linger
I can't feel my fingers, running by the river
Push myself to my, limits, by I'm empty inside
And I'm tired, of trying to hide (hide)
Just know, I'm trying
Maybe I can do something, of my life (I've stopped so low)
I've stopped so low and honestly I have no time (and I don't know why)
And I don't know why I can't seem to do a single thing right