Stuck in a world for which I'm unfit
If there's a plan I must have missed it
Too tired to hold on too afraid to let go
Adrift shifting listless is all that I know
What I do I have to offer?
What is offered to me?
Trudging dead-eyes and tongue-tied
Is my destiny
I'm overwhelmed in a crowd
Overcome on my own
Too aware to be childish
Too immature to be grown
Existing's exhausting
From the drought to the storm
There's no rest for the weary
There's no reprieve, no reprieve
For the worn
Fighting for breath and struggling for air
Putting on weight and losing my hair
Dreading the mornings afraid of the nights
Drowning in darkness dissolving in light
Too worn to move
Too anxious to rest
I spot all my failures
And miss all the rest
I'm overwhelmed in a crowd
Overcome on my own
Too aware to be childish
Too immature to be grown
Existing's exhausting
From the drought to the storm
There's no rest for the weary
There's no reprieve, no reprieve
For the worn
I'm overwhelmed in a crowd
Overcome on my own
Too aware to be childish
Too immature to be grown
Existing's exhausting
From the drought to the storm
There's no rest for the weary
There's no reprieve, no reprieve
For the worn