You get so tired of chasing dreams, you think that nothings true.
You start to question everything, everything you do.
Feeling scared but you dont know why, so you tell yourself youre doing all right.
Youre sick of all the empty days that make you so afraid of the night.
And if you try to read a book and get between the lines,
It doesnt matter where you look, youre only wasting time.
When you meet somebody else and you try to think of something to say,
Even while you stand there talking, you know your mind is drifting away.
You get so tired of chasing dreams, you think that nothings true.
You start to question everything, everything you do.
Feeling scared but you dont know why, so you tell yourself youre doing all right.
Youre sick of all the empty days that make you so afraid of the night.