i am under water, trying hard to breath

fell from heights many times and though wont give in

got to be in perfect shape, but i dont read much more

everything around me fills me with the same grin

but i realized its all the same

youll cry, but youll forget, but youll regret

beneath this skin theres a little hope (rope)

this smell reminds me of a thousand tears

i wanna sleep for a million years

maybe i dont have much choice or i dont want to

you read my diary, i read your summary

month is just a number, year is just a number

when everything around me fills me with the same grin

its just a question of time (i hope)

out there, somewhere