There are no words to describe how I'm feeling right now
And even if I could find them, I wouldn't say them anyhow
Because no word said would help anything
No, words wouldn't change a thing
There is no person to tell how I'm feeling right now
And even if I could find one, I wouldn't tell him anyhow
Because no person told would help anything
No, talking wouldn't change a thing
The truth is that I'm just messed up, up there
Maybe someone will listen, maybe someone will care
The real question lies in what's becoming real:
How will I react? How will I feel?
How many more neverending, sleepless nights
Before Time will tell me what is right?
For once, why can't the future show
The answers to my prayers broken so long ago?
There are no thoughts to express how I'm feeling right now
And even if I could think them, I wouldn't notice anyhow
Because nothing thought would help anything
No, thinking wouldn't change a thing
There are no wishes to change how I'm feeling right now
And even if I could wish them, I wouldn't want to anyhow
Because nothing wished for would help anything
No, wishing wouldn't change a thing
The truth is that I'm just messed up, up there
Maybe someone will listen, maybe someone will care
The real question lies in what's becoming real:
How will I react? How will I feel?
How many more neverending, sleepless nights
Before Time will tell me what is right?
For once, why can't the future show
The answers to my prayers broken so long ago?
Nothing is forever; people and possessions come and go
Knowledge isn't everything; what else is there to know?
Happiness is relative; it's all in how you view.
So if you want to change things, what's stopping you?
The truth is that I'm just messed up, up there
Maybe someone will listen, maybe someone will care
The real question lies in what's becoming real:
How will I react? How will I feel?
How many more neverending, sleepless nights
Before Time will tell me what is right?
For once, why can't the future show
The answers to my prayers broken so long ago?