Crest, The
Another Life
I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life.
Without no direction, it's a never-ending strife.
It seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds.
But in this barren soil I've lost my basic needs.
Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way.
Certain I always fail to cease the day.
Somewhere I began to go astray.
If I could only change.
Another life is all it takes.
I wish that I could leave this trap, I want another me.
I find myself in places I was not supposed to be.
At the finger post I try to look the other way.
But all I see is future forming the shape of something gray.
Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way.
Certain I always fail to cease the day.
Somewhere I began to go astray.
If I could only change.
Another life is all it takes.
If there was a way to live my life again.
I'd make sure that I would avoid the pain of moving silently, floating with the stream 'till undercurrents drag me under.
From Letras Mania