I’m a little lost these days.
I can’t afford the cost these days.
‘Cause my brain, and my heart, and my soul, and my mind,
they broke up and they wandered away.
Can it be this pain I need?
Should all my songs go back to seed?
Where the sun, and the moon, and the earth, and my tears,
are the only critics around?
I can’t steer behind those eyes,
I don’t want to go home with that prize.
I want to do more than just survive.
I want to conquer, I want to thrive.
I’m prepared for frost these days.
Haven’t seen my blooms in an age.
‘Cause the wounds, and the grief, and the love underneath,
nearly tore my roots from the ground.
All the mirrors here are gone.
I see the shards have much more charm.
But the view from the here makes my heart disappear,
and the colors just aren’t the same.
I can’t steer behind those eyes,
and I don’t want to go home with that prize.
I want to do more than just survive.
I want to conquer, I want to thrive.
I want to go until the world tells me no.
Then I gotta give and spread the joy around…