it's hard to rely on my good intentions
when my head's full of things that i can't mention
seems i usually get things right
but i can't understand what i did last nightit's hard to rely on my own good senses
when i miss so much that requires attention
have to laugh at myself sometimes
and i can see that i'm not blindthere's little relief
give us reprieve
for all the things i've left behind
i'm positive that i'm not blind
i'm not afraid things won't get better
but it feels like this has gone on forever
you have to cry with your own blue tears
have to laugh with your own good cheerit's hard to rely on my good intentions
when my head's full of things that i can't mention
seems i usually get things right
but i can't understand what i did last nightthere's little relief
give us reprieve
imagining the world outside
i'm positive that i'm not blindi can't be hard on you
'cause you know i've been there too
learned a lot of things from you
but life gives little relief
give us reprieve
and when everyone is cold as ice
i clinch my fists and close my eyes
imagining the world outside
but i can see that i'm not blind
