The feeling of must is telling me The feeling of must is making me The feeling of must is obliging me The feeling of must lasts while it will What was, what is, what will be Is just one big accident What was meant to be Won't anyways... The future everyday Big picture paints itself ...In pains The colours are mixing with greys And fade away Into nothing... Nothing is everything Nothing is as it seems Nothing will ever be Nothing is nothing to me Nothing is everything Nothing is as it seems Nothing will ever be Nothing is nothing to me The feeling of must is telling me That feeling I chase ...and chase away The feeling I choose ...that's killing me That feeling of must that makes me be That wistful feeling