i was once a child, but here i am
now somewhat of a man
ive climbed this hill for years
in search for solid ground
but i dont see the point
im just so tired.

Theres a shade of green
that i just cant explain
ive become rather fond of
the things i cant name
yes the drunkard in me
ill put him back where he came
oh the habits one cant amend

I once had a name
but i sold it for time
this path has led me to learn
that you can only rely on yourself
im tired of talking to myself
i think ive ended the relationship
with the only person i could depend

the pain in my feet
is the only feeling here
now the only thing i want
is the gift of sleep
im not worried of the end
one missed step
and im back where i began

oh what a wonderful feeling
to be empty again