With a head full of thoughts that are misled

You sit in bed awake wishing to dream of it instead

Lying to yourself, you wouldn't say what had been said

With fists clenched, red, bleeding, leaving an indent

A misstep that spiderwebbed its way into the present

Is it ever going to end? You ask yourself a useless question

A new direction could renew your sense of spirit

But will life move forward if you're not around to hear it

I don't know

The fear sets in when left to your own devices

It'd be nice if you could find the time to stop and think twice

And try reminding yourself why you put yourself in this position

Isn't this supposed to be the time you promised you would listen

If it's difficult to fathom, take a step back and imagine

Would your younger self accept the path you've traveled if they had the chance

To make a bigger difference and were quick to take the challenge

With a great amount of strength, you could remain and find a balance

You, there's nothing left to do

When we cannot agree

You hate my point of view

There's nothing left to see

You're easily confused

With the way it's meant to be

Take a step back, relax and adapt it's like

You, there's nothing left to do

When we cannot agree

You hate my point of view

There's nothing left to see

You're easily confused

With the way it's meant to be

Take a step back, relax and adapt it's like

Eyes getting heavy, night of sleep at the ready

Letting every thought in mind collide until I find the missing thread

I'm getting to the point where I can't overlook these misdirections

I could never comprehend this massive wealth of indiscretions

A testament to bad decisions, if I have to listen

To another person telling me about their lack of vision

I would probably snap and make an unflattering scene

I would actually scream to take me out of this dream

When I was oh, so close to figuring out what I need

But a breath of second guessing left me questioning the greed

Behind the many choices made, afraid to look behind the scenes

I couldn't tell if all these hellish ends would justify the means, but

Nothing matters, there has to be something more

I can't afford to lose the only thing I have left to adore

This mortal coil that I toil over spoiled my endorphins

Forcing me to write a more distorted order of importance

You, there's nothing left to do

When we cannot agree

You hate my point of view

There's nothing left to see

You're easily confused

With the way it's meant to be

Take a step back, relax and adapt it's like

You, there's nothing left to do

When we cannot agree

If you hate my point of view

There is nothing left to see

We're so easily consumed

With the way it's meant to be

Take a step back, relax and adapt it's like that