Testo 23

I'm breathing the air The air I always breathe I don't have a lot I want someone to share it with me I really only want a few things They've all been taken away What does the next life bring I just want to feel O.K. I'm searching forever For someone or something I want to be high And I want someone to love me I've spent 23 years now Trying to get by Other people make it day to day I still wonder why I really only had a few thing They've all turned to tears One tried to kill me The other kept me here I'm still here