Never moving at a set pace, every day's different for me

I think I'm living the moment, but I'm acting like I just can't see

Anything right past tomorrow is surely nothing for me

I've already wrote the future, now watch it all unfold without me

Sure, I could press on, pulling up my boots, acting super strong

But in my mind I know playing a facade is all I can really do

So all I'll do is ignore the sound of tomorrow coming through

And pray, that somehow someday, I'll leave part in this damn charade

[Instrumental Break]

Every time I try set to straight, my path that's never been straight

Feels like the whole world is laughing, at my rather unfortunate fate

Does that really mean tomorrow, is truly nothing but bait?

Will that stop me from arriving, even if I'm a little bit late ?

Won't, I won't stop now, trying every trick till the sun goes down

Even, when I can't see, my own two feet standing in front of me

I'll bite, and scream and kick, pouring out my heart until I get bed sick

If not, for anything else, for the image of my truer self