First and Last Steps

"With Tired Eyes Tired Minds Tired Souls We Slept" y.

Through tired eyes I see what you really are
Standing for everything but believing in nothing
A scared little kid to close to the edge
Take a few steps back, take a minute to breathe
Break yourself apart, organize all the pieces, throw away the bad, take a good look at the rest
What makes you happy?
Could you even be happy?
Well make yourself happy
But don't count on me to be there
We don't get to be a fairy tail
You don't get to win

With a tired mind I found the meaning of life
But who do you tell such a profound idea?
Who would listen?
Could this be a sign?
How do I ask questions with answers?
How do I give an answer by asking question?
What's a good way to break to you the truth?
I think I already have

My souls grown tired
I'm not any wiser than when this all started
I expected more by the end
But is this really the end
Times growing thinner every second
Since I stopped counting up and started counting down no one seems the same
I think they know what's next
It's time for all of us to sleep