The Resurrectionist, or An Existential Crisis in C#

Crutch

All you asked is, do I feel better now?

All I said is, do I have a choice?

Maybe I'll find better ways

To give a damn about bettering myself

Maybe we'll see better days

When the leaves start crumbling underfoot

I'm on top of the world

I, I feel lost

No, I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone

Maybe I'll find better ways

To hide the truth that I'm becoming undone

Maybe you'll find better ways

To see the good in me being myself

And stop trying to fix me

All you asked is, can I try and smile?

And all I said is, I thought I was

I'm on top of the world

I, I'm still here

Though I'm not sure what its for anymore

I, I feel lost

And I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone

Would your love run out if my heart gave out?

Like a star burns out

Like you feel when your uninspired

Are we still hanging on?

Always, always, I'll be hanging on

When I'm with you

I'm on top of the world

I'm on top of the world

I, I'm still here

Though I'm not sure what its for anymore

I, I feel lost

And I'm not sure if i'm heard by anyone

Watch the color drain out of my face

Watch the color drain out of my face

(On and on our own we give up) Not sure

(On and on our own we give up) I'm not sure if I'm worth it anymore

(On and on our own we give up) I feel loved

(On and on our own we give up) But I'm not sure if I deserve it

I feel everything all at once

I feel everything all at once