if i had my way
would i still be here today
can’t you see i try
can’t you see i really try
i can’t get my fill of life
i can’t get my fill of life
even though i try
even though i really try

surround my life with hills of fantasy
not a clue to what the future brings
i could use a little ecstasy
won’t someone help me

i could turn around
i could look the other way
i could be comfortable
with nothing more to say
i cannot make up my life
i cannot make up my life
even though i try
even though i really try


words and music
Phil Celia
©1999 Celiasongs/BMI