It's harder and harder to see what I really want these days
But when it comes down to it, it's as simple as you
But who are you and where are you?
Could it be as nice to have something nice
There's really no point if I can't make you smile or make you sing along
I'd like to see what's stopping me and what lets everyone else be
But working up the will to try is the most difficult task
Why do i see things like this, can't I see things like you?
Why must I make each step of life more difficult than the last?
It can be easy to do that, when you're unsure of which way to go and I'll never know
It's just the way I feel