I often find myself wondering what life would have been like, had I left this place.
Would I have been any less happy or just as mediocre as I am?
Sure, there's a lot that would've changed.
But, there's a lot that'd stay the same.
I often find myself wondering if I'd still be here.
Cause' sometimes it seems like going on isn't such a good idea at all.
And I'm still down; I'm still empty.
I'm so fucking sick of searching for nothing.