Secondhand Serenade

Watch you waste away.
You were born to shine, but left behind.
Slowly fades to grey.
Yet you say you are fine, but I fear you are blind.
How could you believe that you've done wrong?
You don't believe in yourself.
Reach for the sky
I would pick you up if I could.
Open your eyes
I would pick you up if I could.
Listen to the sound,
Of your days passing by while you live a lie.
Why'd you turn around,
Why'd you say goodbye, was there no reply?
How could you believe that you're not strong?
You don't believe in anything.
So, reach for the sky
I would pick you up if I could.