Lately, I've been thinking about

How I'm meant to live without

A goal in mind

Everyone's so sure of theirs

But I've yet to think of mine

It's the journey not the destination

Where's it going, should I take it anyway

Life's much more confusing when you

Listen to the things they say

Things will turn out fine

I'm sure

They always have before

I do not enough believing and frankly too much dreaming

For a boy my age

Spend my days thinking how

One day I'll break out this cage

I was never meant for this,

Your warm embrace, the cold abyss of lonely

Soon I'll be on top of things, sooner, not later

If only

Things will turn out fine

I'm sure

They always have before