the answer

I float in the darkness, grasping up at light Watching every passing smiling face, looking so alive My jealousy, it eats at me, and the pieces don't align Why does everybody have something I don't? Waiting for the answer to appear out of the black When will I make some sense out of a life I can't get back? I can feel all of their love, but it translates to attack Why am I so convinced that I'm alone? I'll have to live my life the best I can I'll love the sunlight, the coffee, the smiles, and everything I have Speaking to the ghost of me The answer's in the little things You have to give me credit for everything I've tried Grasping at the straws, and taking every stride Living in a graveyard of my memories and pride I realize that I may have to say goodbye I'll take any answer to fix this broken head Cause I can't help but feel like I'm already dead Haunting my own home, and making my death bed Watching every single day just pass me by So I'll have to live this life any way I can I'll hold my friendships, my loves, the people that made me who I am Speaking to the ghost of me The answer's in the little things You have