There isn't much to justify all my hours given away Were they given much worth? Soaked with unsurity My purpose is it really there to carry me through commitment (To this cause) Or will I spend all of my life climbing this ladder And only to find it Against the wrong wall Will I be proud? There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending Existing is the sad way that I like living Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting This stays over all the days itching and inevitable Even after all this life has given me I'm making my way Getting back to what I thought I should be Nothing left to say Until we see that these things aren't the same We're finding our way, we're finding our way There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending Existing is the sad way that I like living Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting There's only so much That I can give away There's less and less That's making me stay There's only so much That I can give away There's more and more That's making me stray There is not a lot left of me, I can't keep pretending Existing is the sad way that I like living Keep on pushing it all off, ensure mediocrity Like I have plenty of time to keep on wasting There's only so much that I can give away There's more and more that's making me stray