Every single night, the same arrangement:
I go out and fight the fight.
Still I always feel the strangest strangement:
nothing here is real,
nothing here is right.
I've been making shows of trading blows,
just hoping no one knows
that I've been going through the motions, walking through the part.
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart.
I was always brave and kinda righteous.
Now I find I'm wavering.
Crawl out of your grave.
You'll find this fight
just doesn't mean a thing.
She ain't got that swing
Thanks for noticing!
She does pretty well with things from Hell,
but lately we can tell she's been
going through the motions.
Faking it somehow.
She's not even half the girl she...... ow.
Will I stay this way forever?
Sleep-walk through my life's endeavor.
How can I repay you...?
Whatever.
I don't want to be
going through the motions, loosing all my drive.
I can't even see
if this is really me
&I just wanna be....
alive.
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Now everybody's got advice they just keep on givin'
Doesn't mean too much to me
Lot's of people out to make-believe they're livin'
Can't decide who they should be.
Doesn't mean too much to me
Lot's of people out to make-believe they're livin'
Can't decide who they should be.
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