The Resurrectionist, or an Existential Crisis in C#

The Resurrectionist, or an Existential Crisis in C#
Crutch
All you asked is, 'Do I feel better now?'
All I said is, 'Do I have a choice?'
Maybe I'll find better ways
To give a damn about bettering myself
Maybe we'll see better days
When the leaves start crumbling underfoot
I'm on top of the world

I, I feel lost
And I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone
Maybe I'll find better ways
To hide the truth that I'm becoming undone
Maybe you'll find better ways
To see the good in me being myself
(…and stop trying to fix me.)
All you ask is, can I try and smile?
All I said is, 'I thought I was'
I'm on top of the world
I, I'm still here
Though I'm not sure what its for anymore
I, I feel lost
And I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone
Would your love run out if my heart gave out?
Like a star burns out
Like you feel when you're uninspired
Are we still hanging on?
Always, always, I'll be hanging on
When I'm with you
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
I, I'm still here
Though I'm not sure what its for anymore
I, I feel lost
And I'm not sure if I'm heard by anyone
Watch the color drain out of my face
Watch the color drain out of my face
On and on our own we give up
(As I feel love, but) I'm not sure, not sure if I'm worth it anymore
I feel loved, but I'm not sure if I deserve it
I feel everything all at once
I feel everything all at once