Now, tell me something

Is there a point to this?

Or are we living for the feeling when we look back

On what we did and reminisce?

'Cause I've looked within and I've read

But instead I keep focusing

On just how thin I can get

Now I'm looking for something else

I found myself, I'm someone else

I keep looking for something

Even though I know that it's not there

(Maybe you're the reason)

Every time I try to figure it out

You're the only thing I can think about

(Maybe you're the reason)

And I think I'm dying

'Cause this can't be living

Should I be searching for some kind of meaning?

Apathy's a funny feeling

I turned my gaze to the ceiling

Thanked a God I don't believe in for the scene outside

I tried my best at sleeping but my dreams were unappealing

So I searched for people in the landscape, passersby

I keep looking for something

Even though I know that it's not there

(Maybe you're the reason)

Every time I try to figure it out

You're the only thing I can think about

(Maybe you're the reason)

I keep looking for something

Even though I know that it's not there

(Maybe you're the reason)

Every time I try to figure it out

You're the only thing I can think about

(Maybe you're the reason)