Smoke Signals

Make something of yourself
Or search for someone else who makes you feel real
Whoever thought that I could feel like this…
Pull back your mask and show us all who you really are
How can you live like this, pretending everything’s fine?
It’s not alright, you’re not alright, find yourself
So this is what we’ve come to
Life is what you make of it
Find something to hold onto
I’ve practically gave up on this
How can someone feel like this is the end
Don’t hold your breath in my life
Tell yourself, but ask yourself, «am I alright?»
Sinking, flailing, and fighting for air doesn’t mean you’re alone
There is someone else out there who will pull you down
How can you live with yourself?
So this is what we’ve come to
Life is what you make of it
Find something to hold onto
I’ve practically gave up on this
I have run from myself
Mirrors show nothing but somebody else
Life is what you make of it