The Raging Sea

Who am I? The fear is sinking in
Your hands are getting colder as my talents wearing thin
All I ever wanted was the space to put my head
You took my need to be loved and you hung me from a bridge
I’m your poster, I’m your trend
I am your lover, am I your friend? Oh
36 minutes of your time
Please, just let me change your mind
If I sang the right words, would you decide to stay?
Please, stay
Can I make it out? Will I make it out?
Is there any point? What’s the fucking point?
All my days are wasted dreams
I know that’s not the type of thing you wanna hear from me
I’ll cut my words in pieces if it’s what’ll help you sleep
I’m not drowning and I’m happy
Hidden in the shadows of someone else’s money stacked so tall
It blocks the show
The boy who’s on a string
Hoping that the crowd will never know
But who am I? What’s my purpose?
Dry your eyes, pull the curtain
We’re selling sadness, well, aren’t you worthless?
Don’t you trust me? Don’t you want this?
Can I make it out? Will I make it out?
Is there any point? What’s the fucking point?
Can I make it out? Will I make it out?
Is there any point? What’s the fucking point?
Can I make it out? Will I make it out?
Is there any point? What’s the fucking point? What’s the fucking point?