already been written

I swear that I'm not a lost cause on this rock in space.

Though I may be wandering lost without cause, okay.

And I see the appeal of finding self-worth, but I can't seem to be bothered, I'll only get hurt.

You could say that I've no backbone, you could say that I'm afraid.

Running 'round a mindless drone, think of the ones that have not been saved.

This is something new for me and It's something I never thought I'd believe.

I keep trying to like living alone, this house still don't feel like a home

I think I'm overtired

I'm feeling uninspired

Running dangerously low on this high wire

I'd reach out my hand, reaching out for no one

Didn't really think you be there

You're too busy chasing the sun...

Always said to me, "Hasn't everything already been written before?"

As if that means I'd have nothing to say?

I'd like to think that I'm not a lost cause, but you know...

Feeling more and more like it every day, so...

I'm searching and scanning for my purpose, it doesn't really matter if I end up feeling worthless, no.

I won't listen if you tell me I'm brave when you spent all those days before wishing I'd behave.

This is something new for me and it's something I'd rather not believe.

Now I'm stuck living alone.

Staring at your name on my phone.