Having Lived a Life Without Ever Living a Day

Your lips are moving, mine are too With stories and tales from all those years ago But the more you say, the worse I feel Because I never lived I never lived Tales of a romance born when you were too young to know Of experiments made when your chances were low Of getting caught underneath the stairs And now all I can do is stare At the wall, plain and white and bare Like my life prior to that dare That I made when I was young and Dumb enough to think I knew it all You've lived it all And I've never even left my room But I'll fake it anyway What good has the real story done anyway? You ask me for a story of mine I stutter and trip over a single line "I had no friends, I raised myself." Is the truth that I say The truth that I say And God, it just tears me up that my peers had such fun Living it up, making mistakes when they were young I never lived a day, never took a chance And only now I take a glance At the wall, crawling ivy taking it Seeds of spirit growing to fit Between the cracks Weathered on the face by time Nobody wanted to see me But I tried so hard to shine So bright they couldn't ignore me Luck never shined on me And still you talk Talk about things I wish I'd lived Lived to make my own mistakes To seize my own day And still you talk Talk about things I'd love to see See with my eyes to know I'm here And seize my own day So I could talk Talk about how I messed up Up the creek with a homemade paddle To seize my own day God, I wish I could talk Talk about how I lived my days Days spent making something perfect But what good did dreams ever do for me anyway?