I Must Be Meant For Great Things

Comes as no surprise As I thought, my eyes are glistening I feel paralysed I would sing but no one's listening Don't want to keep holding on to nothing How warm, my dreams But the cold is cunning I thought by now I'd amount to something The TV is on, controller's in hand But I'm not playing But if I gave you my soul, would there be less of me? Cause I don't wanna die old if I'm not happy Should've done what I was told, as I was meant to be Cause now I'm free but I'm lost, where am I going? (The prodigy's a child All the best don't live past thirty I feel paralysed I've never been whole nor empty) Don't want to keep holding on to nothing How warm, my dreams But the cold is cunning I thought by now I'd amount to something The TV's on But I'm not playing Whole nor empty Whole nor empty