I can only hope
That everything you tell me is righteous
Because I cannot see it all.
I can only inherit it for my own safety.
With no revelation of what this all means
I’ll keep believing there is something
And only hope that I am living life
with a meaning.
But who are you? Who are you, god?
Who are youWhat am I looking for?
Am I afraid to search so I
can keep my image clean?
Or should I cross this line,
because I feel so alone?
I’m only feeling alone.
Am I the only one
who feels like
I’m living a perceived lie?
I’m living a perceived lie?
With no revelation of what this all means
I’ll keep believing there is something
And I can hope
I’m living life with a meaning
nothing?
Or am I living life for nothing?
for nothing?
nothing?
