Primavera

Never know where to go

Aiming with a crooked scope

How many shots have I tried

None of them have hit the eye

With each page thrown in a bin

A new chapter begins

When will the dots connect in a line

So I can end this fight

While I lie here

I see the world pass me by

I reach with my hands

But the bar seems too high

Like a downpour in a summer day

Every drop smashed on the ground

I try to dry up again

But my life goes down the drain

While I lie here

I see the world pass me by

I reach with my hands

But the bar seems too high

But the bar seems too high