Sometimes I don`t know who I am
and I ask myself "what the hell I`m doing here?"
I can`t say where I stand or what I want so as I`ve been thrown into this world without a reason
day by day I go the same old way
many nights I`ve dreamed of better times ...nothing special...
all I`ve ever did was not really good
it was just enough for me to come through not really saying "yes", not really saying "no"
what was really good for me, I never knew
day by day I go the same old way
many nights I`ve dreamed of better times ...nothing special...