tosakarade
Bluelighter
It all returns to why?
Why we are what we are
Yet continually crave approval
Searching for a meaning
That few will ever find.
It all returns to why?
Why our souls are never free
Dreams to soar to highest goals
Yet we never learn to fly
Always bound by ourselves.
It all returns to why?
Why continue in a life
That never feels quite right
And feel like a foreigner
Where you truly should belong.
It all returns to why?
Why we are what we are
Yet continually crave approval
Searching for a meaning
That few will ever find.
It all returns to why?
Why our souls are never free
Dreams to soar to highest goals
Yet we never learn to fly
Always bound by ourselves.
It all returns to why?
Why continue in a life
That never feels quite right
And feel like a foreigner
Where you truly should belong.
It all returns to why?
