i am under water, trying hard to breath
fell from heights many times and though wont give in
got to be in perfect shape, but i dont read much more
everything around me fills me with the same grin
but i realized its all the same
youll cry, but youll forget, but youll regret
beneath this skin theres a little hope (rope)
this smell reminds me of a thousand tears
i wanna sleep for a million years
maybe i dont have much choice or i dont want to
you read my diary, i read your summary
month is just a number, year is just a number
when everything around me fills me with the same grin
its just a question of time (i hope)
out there, somewhere