Built on Sinking Sands

...I want to scream and start again,
I want to realize the insides are still within,
the feelings I hold for me feel weak,
singing about the good tomorrow, today.

My future is here just as I dreamed,
Embarking on the path I've dreamt to make.
Singing songs by day and living it at night,
what more can a guy ask for?

Yet deep down I know it's not what I thought,
It's more uncertainty and troubles.
The happy days of yesterday tear,
leaving the soul exposed and wear.

I want to scream and start again,
I want to realize the insides are still within,
the feelings I hold for me feel weak,
singing about the good tomorrow, today.

Looking around here at my little world,
I feel disconnected and green in a sea of blue.
How blue I feel when the friendships are
built on a sinking sand,
with nothing safe to lean on.

I want to scream and start again,
I want to realize the insides are still within,
the feelings I hold for me feel weak,
singing about the good tomorrow, today.

I try to understand myself, the needs I have the wants I want, yet few are here to listen, I'm left alone. alone. alone, singing about another good tomorrow,
singing about the good tomorrow
singing about my tomorrow, today.