Always looking, so much to see.
With eyes never wide as I need them to be.
The truth is, there’s not a lot left in me.
Want this to be the last thing I see.
The setting of the sun, the making room for new.
The cleansing of the dark,
The beginning of so true.
The give and the take,
The bend and the break.
The real and the fake,
The love and the forsake.
The dawning of the day,
Why before sleep we pray.
What we hold back,
And then what we say.
So brave, so afraid, the happiness, the sad.
How good things can turn so bad.
Driving the sane completely mad,
Taking so much, when you gave everything you had.