An Ode To What Could Be

Maybe I'm meant for nothing Wasting all of my days Praying I'm something Watching it fade away While I live through the numbness Everything feels the same When you burn out at fulcrum So they say, oh So they say, oh Oh How could you tell me I'm worthless? Gutting my bullish soul Exsanguinating my carcass Shame you don't even know I'm desiccated since high school Trying to give it all Oh, what a wonderful ode to What could be, oh What could be What should be You are not who you are You are not who you are You are not who you are You are not who you are You are not who you are (you are not) You are not who you are You are not who you are (you are not) You are not who you are Well maybe I'm meant for something I'm sick of being who I'm not I know I'm better than nothing What's the use of sitting 'til I rot? How could be who I was If i'm not who I am When I'm with or without you I'm drifting onwards and oh What a way to live life When I wish I still had you What could An ode to what could An ode to what could An ode to what could An ode to what could be Oh no Oh no