I never really learned how to be lonely
so now I’m paying the price
all this time for myself
is one of those things
that I will miss when it’s gone
the story of my life
it’s been a long time coming
that readiness, to begin, to take it, to win
but lately my pen’s been dry
the melodies have been silent
new ideas feel like traces of past glory
the muse is fading
the story of my life
no more promises to anyone
not even myself
I scared the good ones away
the brave ones stayed
my corruption is this
this dis-ease, this nothingness, this meaninglessness
the story of my life
I used to be a liar
until I started to believe the lies
then I found the truth
and I collided with myself
but where was I when I needed me
wasting time with a bunch of teachers
who taught me absolutely nothing
the story of my life
but hey, I have a plan
I am a man with a mission
I am a conqueror of desire
I am a leader of an army
that want to see me succeed
the army is me
and I now lead myself
same old story
story of my life
somedays feel like I am disappearing
I try to hold on but I can’t find anything
to hold on to
I look around at still objects
that speak nothing to me
I listen to people
who have nothing to say
the story of my life