NOTHING YET

If you look into my eyes
You’d know that I won’t make it better
No I won’t make it better
Any time now
If my eyes go blind, it don’t matter anymore
I don’t fear anymore.

Could it be enough to start a little fire
To look up
Cast a little higher
Could we go on to make it right.

It may look as though I’m tired of breathing
Life
Could it be the end of my time?
Feeling
Why does it seem so hard to realize?
That the dream is over.

Could it be enough to start a little fire
To look up
Cast a little higher
Could we go on to make it right.
Could it be enough to burn a little brighter
Cast a little higher
Could we go on to make it right

Find your soul just to feed off and feed again
Seeing without knowing
Left some more inane
I’m tired of people sneering at what I decide; I do what I choose.
It’s not fair
Living with myself
Is better than dying alone.