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letra de worth - snowtown

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now the night is done, now the mornings done
the airs back in my lungs, the day has now begun
the dark won’t take me

i sound quite different from the night before, don’t i?
the thoughts that i had then, i swear that those are not mine
it’s obvious dishonesty, but that is my identity. when it gets dark, you know i am my own worst enemy

but in the morning. don’t hear em calling. but when the sun is falling, the voices they start plotting

laying in bed, with my thoughts to keep me company, i try to fall asleep, but the voices; they keep calling me

few can relate, but the ones that do; know exactly what i’m telling you, cause you can feel it, too

there’s pollution of confusion in my throat. i feel so empty, it feels like i might float

don’t know the meaning of the words that i have written. i don’t know if this is the purpose i was given

i don’t know who i am, and i don’t know what i’m living for. i spend my time writing and i don’t know who i’m writing for. i stare out of my window, see the world that i’m not fitted for. i wanna make a difference but i don’t know what’s worth dying for

i don’t know who i am, and i don’t know what i’m living for. i spend my time writing and i don’t know who i’m writing for. i stare out of my window, see the world that i’m not fitted for. i wanna make a difference but i don’t know what’s worth dying for

i don’t know who i am, and i don’t know what i’m living for. i spend my time writing and i don’t know who i’m writing for. i stare out of my window, see the world that i’m not fitted for. i wanna make a difference but i don’t know what’s worth dying for

i don’t know who i am, and i don’t know what i’m living for. i spend my time writing and i don’t know who i’m writing for. i stare out of my window, see the world that i’m not fitted for. i wanna make a difference but i don’t know what’s worth dying for

i don’t know who i’m writing for. i don’t know who i’m writing for
i don’t know who i’m fighting for. i don’t know who i’m fighting for

i don’t know who i am, and i don’t know what i’m living for. i spend my time writing and i don’t know who i’m writing for. i stare out of my window, see the world that i’m not fitted for. i wanna make a difference. and i don’t know what is worth dying for

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