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Why is it for every one |
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There's got to be a greater sum |
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Of reasons to believe that I need |
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Because it's easy to forget |
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And when there's nothing in your head |
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Soon a sleep is all that I can see |
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Now I've probably stayed too long |
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And maybe I could go |
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But I can't even find a door |
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And so it goes to the same end |
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Until the obvious comes and then |
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Acknowledging I've seen this all before |
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Why do all excuses come |
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When all I really need is none |
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Again the instincts they bring back more |
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But do i think I know too much |
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And in the end is that enough |
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But am I certain what I'm asking for? |
