I'm stuck. Most of us are.
A life of has-been I keep staring at. A life that has no melancholy is what I wake up to. A life of would-be that I anticipate.
I wanna leave out today, I hope they understand.
The good life ties me down, the ugly one makes me look away. And lately, it's the mixed doubles that's brewing agony.
When this world spins and swirls, I push to jump a little higher. Oh, the tentacles of life!
I'm two faced. One staring at my has-been and the other anxious about the would-be.
A life of has-been I keep staring at. A life that has no melancholy is what I wake up to. A life of would-be that I anticipate.
I wanna leave out today, I hope they understand.
The good life ties me down, the ugly one makes me look away. And lately, it's the mixed doubles that's brewing agony.
When this world spins and swirls, I push to jump a little higher. Oh, the tentacles of life!
I'm two faced. One staring at my has-been and the other anxious about the would-be.
I'm faceless in the present.
