Lirik Unfulfilled
to stand alone.
To be without the glue,
that keeps us glued together.
And feeling so excrementable.
It only goes to show you,
how many ways you donāt know you.
When the bad sets in,
I could use some sleep.
Resting, falling,
falling deeper than deep.
We miss the point to carry on,
we miss the point.
To carry on where.
Things you love but did not get.
And all the times youāve been upset by,
unfulfilled dreams and visions,
and the guilt for your wrong decisions.
Itās so hard to pry away.
Pry out from under all the lies,
and distractions of the world,
Youāve seen what they can do,
but you canāt see your way out.
We miss the point to carry on.
All thing fall through.
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment.
So unsatisfied,
when the sight's set higher.
Some canāt achieve, donāt believe,
there is light at the end at all.
Thereās no light.
Time to reach out for whatās real,
itās easy to miss, insist,
that you shouldnāt always follow the first thing you feel.