空の箱

All these empty pages dragging on for ages

Hearing wise old phrases that are all so worthless, I still have my questions

Seeking answers, even as my fingers shake

I'm lost and alone, without a clue of where to go

There's no map for this crossroads

What am I supposed to use to show me the way out? I don't know

They say to just go by the book, I won't be led astray

But all the words are foreign to my brain

Today is still the same as yesterday, I'm making the same mistakes

If I fill the void in my life, would I be alright? Would there still be more?

If you were me, what would you see? Do you know what you would do to move forth?

All these empty pages dragging on for ages

Hearing wise old phrases that are all so worthless, I still have my questions

Seeking answers, even as my fingers shake

There's nothing to fear, nothing I could lose here

If I'm who I am and I have always been there, that's all there is to hear

I have no hope for tomorrow, fighting for my shot at life

Feeling lost again, I blame the map I hold in my hand

For bringing me to this crossroads

Feigning strength, only to fall back here in the end, I can't pretend

That I can fake it till I make it, I'm about to blow

Trying to do too much to fit the mould

My pitiful façade, I force a smile, only to just fall apart

If there were no voids in my life, would I be alright? Don't you think it so?

I can't ignore my aching soul, it'd be wrong to think I've nothing to mourn

And now there's nothing, not a trace or inkling

Am I just too late or is it just beginning? How would I even know?

Either way, I have to keep moving forth

So what's the answer? Should I even bother?

I am who I am, I cannot be another, this life is my own, so

I have no hope for tomorrow, fighting for my shot at life, ah

No tomorrow, even as I try to fight