Midnight Sun

Are we not the same
Can’t you see how things are better this way
I’m on to something
Now that I know there’s nothing better to say
Here I am Standing
On my own two feet without a fear of fate
Or that I won’t make it
Or That I won’t see another day
From time to time
It’s like a tap on the shoulder
I always fight what’s mine
Like I’m arguing with getting older
I lie
To myself
To make things easier
But the feelings the same
Nothing will ever change
The feelings the same
Why do we always end up this way
I’ve learned the hard way
I can’t relate to what’s been done
I’ll make my own way
Like I’m wasting away under a midnight sun
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
Under a midnight sun
We’re always told that things will turn around
Little do they know that I’m always on the ground
Without making a sound
I’ve learned the hard way
I can’t relate to what’s been done
I’ll make my own way
Like I’m wasting away under a midnight sun
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
Under a midnight sun