The Resurrectionist, Or an Existential Crisis in C#

Crutch

All you asked is, do I feel better now?
All I said is, do I have a choice?
Maybe I'll find better ways
To give a damn about bettering myself
Maybe we'll see better days
When the leaves start crumbling underfoot
I'm on top of the world

I, I feel lost
No, I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone

Maybe I'll find better ways
To hide the truth that I'm becoming undone
Maybe you'll find better ways
To see the good in me being myself
And stop trying to fix me
All you asked is, can I try and smile?
And all I said is, I thought I was
I'm on top of the world

I, I'm still here
Though I'm not sure what its for anymore
I, I feel lost
And I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone

Would your love run out if my heart gave out?
Like a star burns out
Like you feel when your uninspired
Are we still hanging on?
Always, always, I'll be hanging on
When I'm with you
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world

I, I'm still here
Though I'm not sure what its for anymore
I, I feel lost
And I'm not sure if i'm heard by anyone

Watch the color drain out of my face
Watch the color drain out of my face
(On and on our own we give up) Not sure
(On and on our own we give up) I'm not sure if I'm worth it anymore
(On and on our own we give up) I feel loved
(On and on our own we give up) But I'm not sure if I deserve it
I feel everything all at once
I feel everything all at once