What if I squeezed myself into any shape
And I still don´t fit
What if I bend myself so much that I break
And I can´t mend it
What if I burned so bright that the fire goes out

And I can´t stay lit
What´s the point in it
I could get good at crying crocodile tears
Just to get along
I could carry on telling you what you want to hear
Till my voice is gone
But if I finally get to the place that I think is home
And I don´t belong
What´s the point in it
Where´s the benefit
When I´m gaining all but I´m losing it
It´s not worth having
If it´s too much to hold
It can dig so deep
That you´re left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold
Don´t wanna end up like pirate bones

What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
I might have the treasure but I´d be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain´t worth having
If it´s something I stole it ain´t worth having
What if I stake everything I am on a dream
And it´s counterfeit
If I reach the end that justifies the means
Could I live with it
And if it´s true that having too much of any good thing
Can only make me sick
What´s the  point in it
Where´s the benefit
When I´m gaining all but I´m losing it