Futile Existence
Maybe I am too young for this
Being this tired all the time
Maybe I am too old for this
To keep whining about my life
Cuz no one really gives a damn
About what's going on in your life
And it sends me sondering and makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
Is it worth the trouble
To achieve anything at all?
Is it worth the heartache
Thinking we can heal the world?
I envy anyone who found the strength to believe
In things that they can't touch or see
And it sends me sondering, it makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be
Through the world we stumble
Towards endings bittersweet
Plaster on a smile, my dear
For everyone you meet
Take your troubles to the grave and
Dig six feet with your own hands
N' it sends me sondering and it makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be the end of everything
The end of everything
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be the end
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Being this tired all the time
Maybe I am too old for this
To keep whining about my life
Cuz no one really gives a damn
About what's going on in your life
And it sends me sondering and makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
Is it worth the trouble
To achieve anything at all?
Is it worth the heartache
Thinking we can heal the world?
I envy anyone who found the strength to believe
In things that they can't touch or see
And it sends me sondering, it makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be
Through the world we stumble
Towards endings bittersweet
Plaster on a smile, my dear
For everyone you meet
Take your troubles to the grave and
Dig six feet with your own hands
N' it sends me sondering and it makes me realise
There's nothing special about mine
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be the end of everything
The end of everything
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Yeah, this could be the end
It's not worth the heartache
I don't need the heartache
Oh, I think this could be the death of me
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Jee Nilsen Westermann
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