You can pull me apart You can bring on the dark Faced much worse in my heart Dreaded days, they won't end He rode in silence and went Never was seen again Is there success in my name? Or is my fate laid in pain? Who do I speak to? Are we doomed to be slaves To a screen that says stay, I'll make you feel okay? Who said it, they said it, it was lies Foolish of me to reside in places that I couldn't try I'm a lot, don't be slow Catch up, we move on, we ride along yeah What a waste of my time What a waste of your life, what a waste of short nights What a waste of my time What a waste of your life What a waste of short nights, oh Life is not problematical We make it problematical Because we're all listening to something To someone else To something Without listening to ourselves We buy a lot of junk, for instance That we know damn well we don't need We clutter up our lives with insignificant things That have no value at all But when we start to think about how simple life is And how simple it should be lived Then we begin to realize I have no problem I don't have a real problem Problem is something you make Life is something you live