What's the use in trying. If all my senses say no place exists for
you. What's the use in holding out my arms. I couldn't find reasons
if I tried to... What's the use in floating if all it does is tell
you someone's under you. What's the use in being if I learn to be
neglectful to all the things, that mean the most to most of you...
But I can hear me say... (Chorus) More than likely, I'm what you're
living for. If I find out I am, then I'll finally understand when
I say... More than likely, I'm what you're living for More than
likely (living for)... What's the use in praying. For all the
things that mean so much to none of you... What's the use in
pouring out my heart into situations I could cry thorough... Oh
what's the use in closing all the doors that let the loving into
you... What's the use of loving If I learn. Not to feel anything at
all, even if it means the most to you... But I can hear me say...
(Repeat Chorus) Even if you find that I'm transcending most of my
mind... Through the often closing doors of what's to come, and
what's in store. Even if because you find I'm spending most of my
love... To the often closed minds that must inquire, what you're
living for... What's the use in changing (let's go) To all the
hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies... What's the use in
buying all my time, to try and figure out the frame that likes to
communicate through signs. I can hear me say... (Repeat Chorus,
adlib)
