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Another day that feels like falling |
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As I hear direction calling me |
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Away from those paths I chose |
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When I was twenty-three |
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And I know it's detrimental |
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'Cause when I miss my potential |
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I can hardly sleep |
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But when I do I die in all my dreams |
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'Cause it pains me to think |
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Could I have been better in another life |
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I don't want to know |
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I have come this far and I'm not giving up |
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(Not yet, not yet, not yet, no) |
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Though I gamble with everything I love |
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(Not yet, not yet, not yet) |
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I can't live a perfect life |
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And I know that there's no answer |
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But I know that I'm not giving up |
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I'm not giving up |
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And I trade these easy vices |
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For an end to sacrifices |
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I have run my hands through heaven |
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And I have dipped my feet in hell |
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But my days have served me well |
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I know how to lose everything |
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And pick up where I fell |
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But it pains me to think |
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Could I have been better in another life |
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I don't want to know |
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If I could try another life |
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How would I know I'd get it right |
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A different man, a different mind |
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Another soul with time to feel alive |
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I can't live this perfect life |
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And I won't care if there's an answer |
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I'm not giving up |
