Here I am, sitting on the floor
Thinking about my life, you know?
Wondering what I can do feeling a breeze in my face
Sunlight heating my brain
I know I should stand up and face the world
But somehow I feel like I’m stuck

So lazy to get up. Am I made of stone?
Well let me go back to my thoughts
But inside my head hangs a mist
Wish I could clean it with my own fist
Many many many many things to do
Then after a long time I’m tired of doing nothing

Now I hit the road hearing my steps on the floor
Staring at my face on windows showing who I am

Find myself all alone looking for a place to go
It’s impossible to reach the stars from down here

Here I am, who am I?
Can I say what’s really right?
What I’m doing with all my life
I think its better start again