It's crazy what 4am could do to you
make you challenge your thoughts, think of something new
What is it that we’re sent here to do?
Is this really me, is that really you?
Who knows if real love is actually true?
It’s like we only seek it because it’s something else to do
How could we know if things will last between us two?
Tell me all your secrets & I’ll listen, I could also share a few
You know the purpose is not to just exist, but I’m not yet sure of what else there really is
Take a chance and be someone, make something, you have to prove you’re something they’ll miss
But why is it that the things we fear the most are what hold us back?
& how come we lose interest in the closest friends once communication starts to lack?
Or how it’s always at our weakest points that things continue to keep us off track…
These are the things that always seem to surprise me, but are always there to remind me
of the need to do better
Because there’s always the chance to change anything besides the weather
& I guess along with time too because you’re not promised forever, but taught not to settle with never.
And isn’t it crazy to think how strange life is?
A different story for everybody, but somehow stuck in the same old sitch
Which leads back to the same simple question- why do we even exist?
Almost like a game you’re forced to play, but we’re told it’s a gift
A gift I’d admit is true, but someone could easily have a different view
I mean but who could deny the beauty in the sunrise?
Or who could explain the depth in the clouds before it rains?
And who could explain how alive you can feel from pain?
Or the little things that add up and could make you go insane
And then there’s those days where nothing seems to go your way
Then there’s those times, reminding you how glad you are to be alive
It’s like dancing on the border of reality & imagination
But they tell you all you really need is an education
& you can believe that lie, or give something else a try
Because you could be told what to do, what to say, how to walk, how to play
& you could be taught how to think, how to live, what to buy, or when to give
But you can’t change what has brought you to this day, or what has made things turn out this way
It’s like the fifth month always being May, or the words you wish you uttered, but never had the chance to say
And it’s funny how the things you can’t change are what will always drive you the most crazy
Or how your biggest problems could result from simply being lazy
So we’re forced to conform to this standard, get the education to find the answer
Oh but don’t forget a job, some friends, and a home
so while you’re at it, I guess you’ll need a loan
It’s as if it were a trap, just designed to keep the world in tact
What if this really is all just an act?