Future Me

How long does it take to

write your own fate

How many hands to shake

how many nights awake

till I am how i see my future me

how i am where i thought that i would be

Is your love really enough

to keep me alive, to feed me inside

is your love really enough

to rest my mind, to know it’s alright

(what is enough)

Who is gonna fill in the blanks on my mind

I’m breaking out of exile where I bore my brainchild

Till I am how I see my future me

Till I am where I thought I would be

Till I am where I thought I would be

Till I am where I thought I would be

Till I am where I thought I would be