all of you are out there, living your lives
maybe one day i can live mine
maybe one day, perhaps someday
i’ll know how it feels to be real
(how that feels) because right now i feel nothing
and right now i wish i was something
in some place, somewhere other than here
maybe one day i might actually speak to you
and see myself on the same level , where you’ve been all along
maybe one day we might actually know each other
until then you look down into the hole, and pray against my escape
maybe one day i’ll have the nerve
to try for something i don’t deserve
maybe one day i’ll let myself free
back into another place i’d rather not be
this day will never come.