sometimes I'm not sure what I'm chasing is real

it's like I'm trying to find something that's not there any more

chasing a distant memory

a feeling that used to be

I'm not sure what I'm looking for

I'm not sure who I am anymore ;

I'm not sure I ever knew

 

my happiness is just a mere afterthought 

and I keep living in the past

trying to make up for everything that went wrong

trying to find the things we lost in the fire

trying to puzzle my life together

but I'm pretty sure it's not working out 

 

 

 

and it breaks my heart

thinking of all the time I wasted

when I could've been with you