Gestalt Therapy (Experience Eight): Songtext
von Gavi

I sit here with my guitar and piano
Day after day
Trying to find solace in knowing
There may be someone else out there
Who can use what I went through
As a tool to help them get through
Their own experiences
But what if that′s not true?
What if I'm just telling myself
That I′ll make a difference
In someone else's life
To make myself feel better?
Well then
Why don't I feel better?
Is there even a method
To the madness that we call life
Or do we just theorize til we′re at wits end Based on information that we created?
Why can′t we just create more information
To pull us out of that hole, then?
Or do we do that already?
Am I just filling my own head
With the same empty nothings she told me
So that I feel the same relief she felt?
But at the end of the day
Does that just mean I'm pushing off my problems
Til my inevitable death?
Why do I always gotta get so existential?
In my mind I′d trade all of the highest of highs
To get rid of these low lows
But why can't I just live life like a normal person
Outside of my mind
And exist for the sake of existing and enjoying life?