im looking up at yet another starless sky
The second stanza is horrible.
I am aware of this fact.
I've got troubled thoughts
Burning a hole through my chest, this pain takes away everything: My pride, my courage, my self-respect; my entire life, lost. I know, I shouldn't let it get to me, but don't you see? It's the city noise. It made me strange.
And the self-esteem to match
I stare at the neon lights, waiting for the day that they finally blind me.
No one notices, this city is on standstill.
I am a nameless face among the millions, I am that forgotten soul.
Step all over me. I won't feel a thing.
What a catch
I live for my constant worries to become my reality. I can prove all of you wrong, I'll show you: but what if you're right? I've heard it so many times that I believe it now.
“Yes Father, I am that ignorant, good-for-nothing child. I'm sorry I disappointed you.”
What a catch
I acted as if I hated my religion.
Honestly, I was just jealous of the true-followers. I wanted, needed, something to believe in.
But nothing was there.
I depended on you. You promised me a lifetime, an entire world of wonders.
I had my doubts about happiness. I knew it couldn't show up to all it was cracked up to be.
I looked for your encouraging words.
But you weren't there.
I've abandoned the idea of hope. I have lost all faith.
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one who gave up on you,
Who gave up on you.
I am aware of this fact.
I've got troubled thoughts
Burning a hole through my chest, this pain takes away everything: My pride, my courage, my self-respect; my entire life, lost. I know, I shouldn't let it get to me, but don't you see? It's the city noise. It made me strange.
And the self-esteem to match
I stare at the neon lights, waiting for the day that they finally blind me.
No one notices, this city is on standstill.
I am a nameless face among the millions, I am that forgotten soul.
Step all over me. I won't feel a thing.
What a catch
I live for my constant worries to become my reality. I can prove all of you wrong, I'll show you: but what if you're right? I've heard it so many times that I believe it now.
“Yes Father, I am that ignorant, good-for-nothing child. I'm sorry I disappointed you.”
What a catch
I acted as if I hated my religion.
Honestly, I was just jealous of the true-followers. I wanted, needed, something to believe in.
But nothing was there.
I depended on you. You promised me a lifetime, an entire world of wonders.
I had my doubts about happiness. I knew it couldn't show up to all it was cracked up to be.
I looked for your encouraging words.
But you weren't there.
I've abandoned the idea of hope. I have lost all faith.
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one who gave up on you,
Who gave up on you.