Living Life, Whether You Like It Or Not

There’s only so many ways to see it
But not a one seems right
Losing yourself in the music
How did I get home last night?
The pillow next to mine is empty
Just the way it will always be
She couldn't help but wonder
What it must be like to be me

I said:
It's like falling
And never able to stop
It’s like the first 100 hundred feet
Of that 50 foot drop
It’s like bleeding
But the blood never seems to clot
Its living life
Whether you like it or not

You know I'm not taken
I'm lost without a sound
Sitting here and baking
I've gone and turn my head around
The smoke is getting dense
Could you crack a window please?
The air's kinda getting stale
And I really miss the breeze

Cuz It's like falling
And never able to stop
It’s like the first hundred feet
Of that 50 foot drop
It’s like bleeding
But the blood never seems to clot
Its living life
Whether you like it or not

So please forgive the cliché'
But I'm off to find myself
Can’t remember where I left me
I've already checked the dusty shelf
Could you possibly give me a hint?
Don’t know where I could be
Looking for myself
Wondering what its like to be me

It's like falling
And never able to stop
It’s like the first 100 hundred feet
Of that 50 foot drop
It’s like bleeding
But the blood never seems to clot
Its living life
Whether you like it or not