Waiting for the meanings, still i've been trying to make some sense. 
All this wasting life waiting for nothing. 

Confused and searching for so long that sometimes it's not just all you know, it [bad word] everything you are. 

Trying to make some sense of a life spent searching aimlessly, 
When for us, this is everything. 
I won't wait, i won't wait for nothing. 

Through the graves of what we've been through clinging to a life worth living. 
And they said that life is what you choose
And they lied to you. 
No love, no soul, no sadder sound than the [bad word] of our hearts. 
And we all know where [bad word] from, but were never going home. 

Trying. Reaching. Breathing. 
But still out of breath again. 
Out of words again, trying to explain everything, 
But I can't say anything.