Cyanide Addiction
Active member
Almost every day I ask this question
Am I lost or am I found?
I look not for the answer, but a subtle suggestion
A sunny day, or 6ft long hole in the ground..
Neither is ever so obvious or visible
The sun can be too hot, and too dry
Sometimes the rain makes me feel invincible
But a plain answer is always such a far cry...
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place
The answer could be inside of me
But what if it's written on another's face?
Maybe I'm just to blind to see...
I've loved more than a few
And I've loved a few not as fair as the rest
And probably more than I ever wanted too
Could I be not lost, but found like a pest?
Sometimes I feel a fool
For trying so hard to succeed
Sometimes I feel cruel
For trying so little for the one I need
So am I lost or found?
I guess that's not for me to say
A love lost doesn't put me in the ground
But is tomorrow the end, or a new day..?
Am I lost or am I found?
I look not for the answer, but a subtle suggestion
A sunny day, or 6ft long hole in the ground..
Neither is ever so obvious or visible
The sun can be too hot, and too dry
Sometimes the rain makes me feel invincible
But a plain answer is always such a far cry...
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place
The answer could be inside of me
But what if it's written on another's face?
Maybe I'm just to blind to see...
I've loved more than a few
And I've loved a few not as fair as the rest
And probably more than I ever wanted too
Could I be not lost, but found like a pest?
Sometimes I feel a fool
For trying so hard to succeed
Sometimes I feel cruel
For trying so little for the one I need
So am I lost or found?
I guess that's not for me to say
A love lost doesn't put me in the ground
But is tomorrow the end, or a new day..?
