I'm trying hard to find a reason I'm staying up at night so late Watching scenes up on the ceiling 1950s feature of my day I'm trying hard to feel it focus on the feeling I said I'm fine but I don't mean it Just didn't know what else to say I wish I knew what I was feeling So I could make the colours stay I'm trying hard to feel it focus on the feeling I stay and watch the sunrise from my window frame Everybody's lying sayin' they all feel the same All i'm seeing is white it's like Charlie Chaplin's crying And I'm trying hard to feel it focus on the feeling I'm thinking maybe I could use it Try to blend it with my look But I guess that look is useless 'Cause now I feel misunderstood I stay and watch the sunrise from my window frame Everybody's lying say they all feel the same All I'm seeing is white it's like Charlie Chaplin's crying I'm trying hard to feel it focus on the feeling