I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel shine
through the dark times, even when I lose my mind
but it feels like no one in the world is listening
and I can't ever seem to make the right decisions
I walk around in the same haze
I'm still caught in my same ways
I'm losing time in these strange days
but, somehow, I always know the right things to say
I don't know what time it is
or whose the one to blame for this
Do I believe what I can't see?
And how do you know which way the wind blows? ...