The song my mind plays these days( Despite all the other crap!)

Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I've been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don't understand.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don't wanna die,
But I ain't keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I'm preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That's why I keep on running.
Before I've arrived, I can see myself coming.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There's a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it's a real big place.

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I've been given

Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

Empty mornings

You wake up every morning, with a thought.

Sometimes, a blank thought. Or sometimes, occupied.
Sometimes, like an empty road. Or sometimes, a room full of people.
Sometimes, like an eternal sunshine. Or sometimes, like an obscure unending night.

I wake up each morning, to find out myself. To find out who I am. Who I really want to be. What I want from life.
Lost in the crowd, I search for myself. Yet again, I rise from the burnt ashes and gather the pieces to find a new me. To find a reason to exist. To call myself as 'living'.
To find an inspiration. An inspiration for life.