This hit me harder than I expected it to
I wasn't looking when everything came into view
These rose-colored glasses are cloudy, please clean up the scene
If you can't see clearly, you'll never see what I mean

I'm giving up

Impatiently waiting for something that may never come
I'm looking back and I can't really tell where I'm from
I keep on repeating the lie that I'm doing okay
Sometimes it feels better and I seem to function that way

I'm giving up

I don't know what I want
Try to stay happy with the things I've got
Reluctantly waving goodbye to all that I knew
The good of the manyoutweighed by the good of the few (or the one)
I'm screaming out loud but I know I still won't be heard
The answer comes echoing back without saying a word

I'm giving up...