If I should decide who I want to be
Which way I want to go - I could not tell
A million possibilities along the shore
But just choosing one leaves me in a freezing hell
And time... I let it just pass like an abounding luxury.
On white paper all what may happen
Will never be written down
As long as I haven't made up my mind
Everything is still possible
So my life is wasted upon a dream
That I keep rewinding to start again from another scene
With hopes that will never be fulfilled
I lay out lifetime plans just to tear them down right again
And me... used there ever to be a me?
All I ever see are facades that cover this emptiness
If over these struggles my life will come to an end
All that will ever remain is the nothingness of white paper