To Live
He travels inside his head
Wishing his chair was his bed
Hours on paper, to earn his leisure
While biding his time towards pleasure
He imagines a fiction ocean
Carrying his strongest emotions
To a peaceful place, where he can rest
Among his reasons to be blessed
He is tied to this dream
Silence falls at his scene
He is tied
Life is not his to live
Still clutching to a dream
Where he knows his scene
So pitiful
Life is not his to give
Still clutching to a dream
Where he knows his scene
So pitiful and frail
Life is not his to live
Still clutching to a dream
Where he knows his scene
So pitiful
Life is not his to give
Still clutching to a dream
Where he knows his scene
So pitiful and frail
Vivir
Viaja dentro de su cabeza
Deseando que su silla sea su cama
Horas en papel, para ganarse su ocio
Mientras espera pacientemente hacia el placer
Imagina un océano de ficción
Llevando sus emociones más fuertes
A un lugar de paz, donde pueda descansar
Entre sus razones para ser bendecido
Está atado a este sueño
El silencio cae en su escena
Está atado
La vida no es suya para vivir
Aún aferrándose a un sueño
Donde conoce su escena
Tan lamentable
La vida no es suya para dar
Aún aferrándose a un sueño
Donde conoce su escena
Tan lamentable y frágil
La vida no es suya para vivir
Aún aferrándose a un sueño
Donde conoce su escena
Tan lamentable
La vida no es suya para dar
Aún aferrándose a un sueño
Donde conoce su escena
Tan lamentable y frágil