Underneath a Question Mark

Unaware of the charades
Playing with our shapes
The moment we're alone, we can't get no one to stay
We grow tired of what we make
We're seven billion perfect starts
Underneath a question mark
Running out of steam, just to witness every part
Seven billion beaten hearts
And the chances are pulling you down
You're gaining weight from the choices
When everyone wants you around
But no one accepts disappointments
I will try to get you home
When there's to many ways to go
And you can't settle for a road
Cause' you don't want to get used to yourself again
Denying all you knew
Like seeing pictures from your youth
There's nothing to be done, there is no other truth
You've already built your tomb
Name me your compass rose
And give back the needle that you stole
You learned to say goodbye before you learned hello
Now you don't know which way to go
Indecisive like a second hand
You're spinning around on a dial
Everything around you expand although you know that you're just in denial
Every second another way
Hoping but it isn't gonna stay
So you stay in a repetitive delay
Cause' you don't want to get used to yourself again
From the moment it'd begun
Until you left that perfect pond
The flavors disappeared in one explosion
One life and on chewing gum
Don't bother looking back
Spit out the unattached
And as perfection goes, looking for it's path
Grow through these photographs
Because the chances are pulling you down
You're gaining weight from the choices
When everything is coming around but you can't find a way to hold it
I will try to get you there
Waving franticly to break your stare
Knowing that actually you're aware
You just don't want to get used to yourself again