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


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