i wonder what it means

to live for others

to think others better than yourself

it makes me think that you retain some notion of your self;

that life does not have to pass by in a blur

that time does not have to be a tyrant

i miss getting goosebumps from hearing 1 riff

i want to feel the sea again, and the oblivion to the breakers and surf

I want to pray, for hours on end, and the foot of my bed

i used to do these things, but now i can't

living is for others now, and my name is just 3 words

i wish i could make all this go away, or just go away myself

but i can't

because i cannot be selfish

i cannot have a day to myself

and i'm afraid i may

lose sight of what truly matters.