What's the use in trying
If all my senses say no place exists for you
What's the use in holding out my arms
I couldn't find reasons if I tried to
What's the use in floating
If all it does is tell you someone's under you
What's the use in being if I learn
To be neglectful towards the things that mean the most to most of you
But I can hear me say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am
Then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
More than likely
Living for
More than likely
Living for
What's the use in praying (tell me)
For all the things that mean so much to none of you
What's the use in pouring out my heart
Into situations I could cry through
Oh what's the use in closing
All the doors that let the loving into you
What's the use of loving if I learn
Not to feel anything at all even if it means the most to you
But I can hear me say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am
Then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
You're living for
I'm the one you're living for
Even if you find
That I'm transcending most of my mind
Through the often closing doors
Of what's to come and what's in store.
Even if because
You find I'm sending most of my love
To the often closed minds
That must inquire, what you're living for.
What's the use in changing (let go)
To all the hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies
What's the use in buying all my time
To try and figure out the frame that likes to communicate through signs
I can hear me say.
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am
Then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
I'm the one you're living for
