Do you feel small?
Do you feel like nothing?
Do you feel like you're wasting your time?
Can you stand sunlight?
Do you feel too much?
How will you know when you're broken?
But you know that the fear you feel
comes back this time each day.
And you know if you live a thousand years in silence
you'll still feel this way.
Can you see home?
Can you see tomorrow?
Can you see the sun anymore?
Do you walk the world
waiting to be discovered?
Do you want what they said you can never have?
And you know that her tears were taken
and cooked up for the queen.
But you will never find her now.
She's gone and her trail is far too clean
And every single moment feels like everything is wrong.
And everything around you says that this is not your home.
And everybody else just seems to be already there.
And you can't get from here to there
without some sort of help you've never seen.
It's the white roses.
It's a spinning sky.
It's a field with the sun in your eyes.
And do you ask yourself for help
To get you through the day?
And when you're on the street you find
the world's moving away.
Spend all day under water.
Spend all night curled in a ball.
And when you're all alone what reason
can you see for trying at all?
Do you feel like nothing?
Do you feel like you're wasting your time?
Can you stand sunlight?
Do you feel too much?
How will you know when you're broken?
But you know that the fear you feel
comes back this time each day.
And you know if you live a thousand years in silence
you'll still feel this way.
Can you see home?
Can you see tomorrow?
Can you see the sun anymore?
Do you walk the world
waiting to be discovered?
Do you want what they said you can never have?
And you know that her tears were taken
and cooked up for the queen.
But you will never find her now.
She's gone and her trail is far too clean
And every single moment feels like everything is wrong.
And everything around you says that this is not your home.
And everybody else just seems to be already there.
And you can't get from here to there
without some sort of help you've never seen.
It's the white roses.
It's a spinning sky.
It's a field with the sun in your eyes.
And do you ask yourself for help
To get you through the day?
And when you're on the street you find
the world's moving away.
Spend all day under water.
Spend all night curled in a ball.
And when you're all alone what reason
can you see for trying at all?