Lyrics

In my time of dying all I've grown to be English can't define these feelings I keep waiting There's a strange time called trying that's vague like us I can always try harder which means I never try enough Never try enough My mind is always crying Concentration, saturation An acquaintance is so naive Or just a blind soul Fifty and a month Is so long for some Understanding becomes my snare The harder I struggle, the more confined I become Does quantity stop at empty? Does quality stop with you? My mind is always crying Concentration, saturation An acquaintance is so naive Or just a blind soul Fifty and a month Is so long for some Fifty and a month Is so long for some Fifty and a month Is just a blink for me Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month Fifty and a month