I'm trying to find a meaning for this life that I live.

Truth is I've got nothing else to give.

People say they're trying to feel so alive.

But all we ever really do is survive. 

Every single day is the same as the last.

Focusing on the future is even worse then the past.

It's like fighting an uphill battle when I know I'll lose.

Or trying to solve a mystery when there aren't any clues.

Trying to stop a car when there is no friction.

Trying to stop a habit when it's really an addiction.

It's like fighting for a love that isn't there.

Or settling for something that isn't fair.

I'm just trying to find an answer when there is no question.

All I really want is some damn progression.