Woke up and felt like writing
Was just sitting here,
By thoughts and love notes
Scribbled on notepad paper
During work, while riding on public transportation…
What makes you want to breathe?
If you’re passionate for what you do,
How did this passion begin?
And can you help me spark mine?
Positive to a fault
I’ll never say I’ve hit rock bottom
But I have nothing left to lose
All that’s left to do is choose
The path my life will take next
So what makes you want to breathe?
I just want to exhale it all out
And call it a day,
Forget of the wasted time
and all my tragic mistakes
Finally following my heart
But I’m without compus
Unsure of where I’m going
Or where I’ll end up;
But if I could find a passion,
My life’s oxygen
I’d no longer have to fear
Running out of the desire to breathe
Without a final exhale
for a mediocre,
sort of life.